My father’s cycle, me and the wound
You know, when I was in 6/7th standard, our classes used to be in the afternoon or sometimes in the evening.
I had my cycle, that I always liked to ride. Going to class was awesome because I would get to drive my cycle. I started riding cycle since I was in 2nd standard.
I would take my father’s cycle to a slope, would sit on its middle support and would let it go down and would try to balance it. My knee always used to be wounded.
I remember, that day, I started little late for class than usual. So I was driving my cycle roughly so that I could reach class on time, I rode it on pits and I fell down from my cycle.
It was my father’s cycle that day and I did not remember that it had urgent brakes. I fell hard, my chin literally got punched on the steel brake of the cycle and within matter of seconds, I saw blood drops on the ground.
I understood something wrong with my chin, I did not dare to touch it, I was emotional enough to bare with the pain.
I did not go to class and came back to home. My mom did not anticipate the wound, she thought it’s minor so she asked me to bring “haldi ka dibba” and applied turmeric on my chin, she went on pushing it in and it was still going in the wound..and that’s when my mom understood that the break literally put hole in my chin from bottom…
My father took me to the hospital and till date I don’t know why that decision was made but the doctor did not anaesthetize me, he right away took me on stretcher and literally stitched that wound with needles. Can you imagine this ?
Doctor said, if I would have fallen little hard, that brake would have passed through my chin and would have been in my mouth from the bottom. The wound was that deep. I still managed not to cry but bared with the pain but just I knew the intensity of the pain…