15th september 2004..
The day when both happiness and sadness were prevailed in the air...
10:30 in the night, me and my friend were going in a bike,
the wind was sizzling past our ears making some funny sounds..
Our mind was in a state of confusion, but still concentrating on the black road which seemed still darker on a gloomy night.. My shouldes were wet from the tears of my friend.
Everything was going well till i realised my mistake.. The headlight was not on..
It was too late.. The thing which was least expected happened..
For the next few seconds my mind was literally in dark. When i was back into conscious i saw my friend trying to stop the coming vehicles asking them to take me to the hospital,nobody stopped ..
I didnt know what was happening, neither i could feel any pain. He started to run towards the hostel and asked me to go to the hospital . I was confused, i didint know how to react, but i kept moving(by the time i never forgot to park the vehicle and take the key).
I just touched my face with my palm and and i saw that it was full of blood..
oh my god, my whole hand was full of blood... now i could see the blood drooping from above the eye to the cheek . It was not fun anymore. I was afraid.. Suddenly i could see my childhood friend walking down the road . I ran to him.. I asked him 'what happened to my face?'. He said nothing(???). I was feeling really week by then.
Then a suddenly a bike came from nowhere and he asked me to sit on that.
Just as i reached the hospital i saw doctors and nurses running to help me... But it was not that serious that i cant handle myself(i dont know, may be i could not).
Then it was a smooth flowing till the next morning when i started to feel the pain.
I want to write something about the hostel-hospital life.. but sometime later
theju