The Day

Too everyone who ever thinks what actually happened to me. Why do I keep talking about loss, pain, suffering, destiny, fate etc.

Here is the story.

It was morning 9:30 a.m. on 7th October 2007 when my world turned upside down. The time my eyes opened I realised I was lying on the street near by the road with so many people around me, looking at my face as if something bad had happened to me. I thought something went wrong. Some seconds of my life is missing (I had blacked out for some seconds).. I was not on the bike.... Bike?? Where is the bike?? Where is he?? How did I land here?? What happened to me? Avoiding the crowd of people I was trying to stand on my leg. Next thing I remember is I saw my left foot was facing left side when I was actually lying flat on my back with a straight leg. This couldn’t have happened. What happened to my leg? I saw Manish standing behind me. He was on other bike with Sunil and was riding behind our bike. I screamed – ‘Manish what happened to me’. He said ‘kuch nahi. Everything will be fine don’t worry.’ I could hear an ambulance coming closer to me. I asked a guy to hold my foot in upright position. I was carried to hospital. I breathe normally. I didn’t feel much pain.. But where is he?

I landed in the hospital which was 100 meter away from the accident spot. I saw him next to my bed. The helpers separated our bed with a curtain and we couldn’t see each other’s face. All I could hear was is voice asking me if I ask fine. I felt some pain in the left leg. I asked the nurse to cut my jeans (my favorite jeans); I saw the wound was too bad. But I don’t know how, there was power inside me to face all that as if it’s just a matter of some minutes. My finger too was broken. I was taken to x-ray room and in some minutes I saw many of my friends surrounding me. I called my cousin as he was only my relative staying in B’lore. I called my sister in Nepal to inform her that it was serious and they had to come down. She thought I was kidding. Later she believed when someone else informed her about it. By the time my parents landed in hospital I already had ten hours surgery. I didn’t hear much. I could see with low vision. I couldn’t move my body. I was in ICU for ten days. He came to visit me on sixth day before leaving B’lore. You might be thinking what happened to the guy? He broke his left hand. I had no idea how did the accident happened. I was in general ward for 10 more days. Between that I had many surgery and bad news with a tinge of good news which still was bad. They saved my leg.

Present scene – I am in Nepal in my home town. I’m still not able to walk properly. I use crutch to walk which irritates me as it keep falling down when I put it in corner when I don’t need them. I have half plaster till my knee from my foot. I am not able to bend my knee which will (I hope) happen soon. I am not under any medication. I might have to go through one or two more operations. My fracture is not yet repaired though I have shown to the best doctor. He says it’s a natural healing and it’s slow in my case and they can’t do anything about it. So they ask me to rest for another five months and I shall be going to B’lore after 5 months again for check up.

His case – he is having his physiotherapy done every day. He is in Nepal. He is not able to fold his hand completely but then it’s a matter of some months. I wish he’ll be same as how he was before.

He still loves me the same and so do I.