It's just a miracle that I sit here writing, of what happened that eventful day. Eventful, I say as it changed my life so drastically, not even I imagined it would. It was a Wednesday morning. The sky filled with the possibility of rain. I left for town with a few errands in mind. I'd realised on the way that i had forgotten something, can't remember what it was. I returned home, took whatever it was and was on my way. The sky showed signs of rain and I intended to reach back home before it rained. I remember doing some grocery shopping and some bakery items. Once all was done, I was heading back. I drove my bike and as I was heading back it started to drizzle for a short while. As i passed the 2km mark from town I was caught stuck behind a town shuttle bus. I remember seeing all the stops written on the rear glass in yellow. Leaving an opportunity to overtake it on chance I found myself stuck behind the bus for a while. Almost at the 3.5km mark the bus halted at a least expected point. I was new biker and I knew less of the braking powers, and as I pulled my brakes I saw the chance to bump into the bus that was ahead of me. So I tried to avoid it by making a turn to the right. As I did an oncoming bus hit my bike. My bike rotated clockwise and I was thrown to the road in the clockwise direction too. The bus had gone over the fallen bike. Trying to evade me the bus driver had bumped into a post and it still remain in memory of that horrid day. Luckily no other vehicles came that way at that time as I lay on the road just beside the bus that had halted ahead of me. I remember pulling my head up to see the bus that had hit me had not stopped and continued its course. I tried pulling myself up to to check if I was alive. My right hand and right leg had gone numb, but i managed to pull myself up. I was saying "They went without stopping, They went without stopping". By this time people nearby gathered and carried me and lay me down beside the road and called an Auto-Rickshaw. My bike wrecked, a sight which left people stunned that I was still alive. The people got me inside the Rickshaw and headed for the hospital. They asked me to use my cell and contact someone from home. I was in horror and melancholy to say anything, so I dialed the number and gave it to them. They spoke to my grandpa and asked him to come to the hospital. On the way, they stopped to get me a glass of lime soda to keep me from going unconscious. I was in a melancholy all the way. As we turned the bus to the hospital I caught sight of the bus that hit me, or more so the bus I thought had hit me and told the people "That [POURNAMI] was the bus". I was admitted at the casualty. I had deep incisions on my right leg and a few bruises on both hands. After being dressed I was in the recovery room. Still with all the melancholy I lay there. The people around tried to calm me down. Soon my granpa came, and I was a bit relieved. He told me "It's all part of life". I was broken within, torn apart and went to tears when I realised that I had not called my dad. It was too much for me to handle. All calmed down after awhile, we were about to leave when a nurse noticed the swelling on my right hand. She asked to get an X-Ray as she doubted a broken bone. Just when things were getting better, I was pulled back in for another ride. X-Ray result showed a broken bone in my right forearm, to my index finger. Shattered at the new discovery I was to be taken for a minor surgery to insert a steel rod into my hand. The rest is all vague as I was on Anesthetics. I was discharged the next day with a cast on my right hand, stitches on my right leg and a deep scar in my heart and mind. The days forth were very hard. But as my uncle says "6 inches" that's all that keeps me 6 feet above the ground today and I have realised some valuable lessons about life. Thats for later...
MAY 31, 2006
It's just a miracle that I sit here writing, of what happened that eventful day. Eventful, I say as it changed my life so drastically, not even I imagined it would. It was a Wednesday morning. The sky filled with the possibility of rain. I left for town with a few errands in mind. I'd realised on the way that i had forgotten something, can't remember what it was. I returned home, took whatever it was and was on my way. The sky showed signs of rain and I intended to reach back home before it rained. I remember doing some grocery shopping and some bakery items. Once all was done, I was heading back. I drove my bike and as I was heading back it started to drizzle for a short while. As i passed the 2km mark from town I was caught stuck behind a town shuttle bus. I remember seeing all the stops written on the rear glass in yellow. Leaving an opportunity to overtake it on chance I found myself stuck behind the bus for a while. Almost at the 3.5km mark the bus halted at a least expected point. I was new biker and I knew less of the braking powers, and as I pulled my brakes I saw the chance to bump into the bus that was ahead of me. So I tried to avoid it by making a turn to the right. As I did an oncoming bus hit my bike. My bike rotated clockwise and I was thrown to the road in the clockwise direction too. The bus had gone over the fallen bike. Trying to evade me the bus driver had bumped into a post and it still remain in memory of that horrid day. Luckily no other vehicles came that way at that time as I lay on the road just beside the bus that had halted ahead of me. I remember pulling my head up to see the bus that had hit me had not stopped and continued its course. I tried pulling myself up to to check if I was alive. My right hand and right leg had gone numb, but i managed to pull myself up. I was saying "They went without stopping, They went without stopping". By this time people nearby gathered and carried me and lay me down beside the road and called an Auto-Rickshaw. My bike wrecked, a sight which left people stunned that I was still alive. The people got me inside the Rickshaw and headed for the hospital. They asked me to use my cell and contact someone from home. I was in horror and melancholy to say anything, so I dialed the number and gave it to them. They spoke to my grandpa and asked him to come to the hospital. On the way, they stopped to get me a glass of lime soda to keep me from going unconscious. I was in a melancholy all the way. As we turned the bus to the hospital I caught sight of the bus that hit me, or more so the bus I thought had hit me and told the people "That [POURNAMI] was the bus". I was admitted at the casualty. I had deep incisions on my right leg and a few bruises on both hands. After being dressed I was in the recovery room. Still with all the melancholy I lay there. The people around tried to calm me down. Soon my granpa came, and I was a bit relieved. He told me "It's all part of life". I was broken within, torn apart and went to tears when I realised that I had not called my dad. It was too much for me to handle. All calmed down after awhile, we were about to leave when a nurse noticed the swelling on my right hand. She asked to get an X-Ray as she doubted a broken bone. Just when things were getting better, I was pulled back in for another ride. X-Ray result showed a broken bone in my right forearm, to my index finger. Shattered at the new discovery I was to be taken for a minor surgery to insert a steel rod into my hand. The rest is all vague as I was on Anesthetics. I was discharged the next day with a cast on my right hand, stitches on my right leg and a deep scar in my heart and mind. The days forth were very hard. But as my uncle says "6 inches" that's all that keeps me 6 feet above the ground today and I have realised some valuable lessons about life. Thats for later...
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