Salad Bowl

He was in the air for some moment...and landed bang in the middle of dust and pebbles of the nullah...and...started slipping down...zooming down in fact...with a plume of dust rising and covering him...in fact he was practically not visible...I could see only a blanket of dust rising as he was slipping down...hurtling towards that gushing river a kilometer below...towards a sure shot death!!!!And he was rolling...on his side...towards the other bank...almost matching the speed of his descent...the dust plume was actually not a straight line...it was diagonal...shifting towards the other side of the nullah...he was falling...and rolling...and falling...and rolling...A collection of short stories based on real life experience. Each story brings out some unique aspect of knowledge, realisation and relationship with a dash of adventurism and a fresh perspective that life served as a bowl of salad.