Fight with love or fight for love
May 2014 was by far one of the most life changing moments I ever experienced,On Sunday mornings we always hope to have that extra sleep we have been missing the whole working week. It was a warm, clear day. The laptop was on, the music was slow and I didn't have a care in the world.All of a sudden there was a loud noise outside my door & continuous bell rings. I opened door to see my room partner ketan seriously wounded. he sustained injuries on head and his face was covered with blood. his nose was bleeding and his arms and legs were badly bruised. I was frozen to my core to see him, I dint knew what to do I just stood shocked and numb.he came tumbling in the room and crashed on the floor with heavy breath as if he was out of breath.
After taking some deep breath and realigning my fears I lifted him and put him in my car and drove him to city hospital apart from bizarre questions in hospital I managed to admit him. I Informed his parents and was waiting outside operation theater.zillion thoughts running across my mind about what would have happened , every second passing was increasing my fear.
He was being operated , I managed to see him though the operation theater see through glass. he had white bandage on his forehead and plaster for his leg , seriously he was looking like a clown in this dress. I visited his room where he was kept the next day.1st day was filled with family drama as to why my kid was injured and all relatives flocking around him to know his state of health. I came to know from his family that he skid off the road from his bike , but some how I had this strange feeling that he was telling the lie like a true friend i knew him, this injuries were not from skidding off the bike.
As some days passed and families were off the hospital and in the night I was sitting besides him sharing a cup of Tea and having casual conversation amongest many question landed this question of mine " What did actually happen Ketan ?" was my question to him
After taking some deep breath and realigning my fears I lifted him and put him in my car and drove him to city hospital apart from bizarre questions in hospital I managed to admit him. I Informed his parents and was waiting outside operation theater.zillion thoughts running across my mind about what would have happened , every second passing was increasing my fear.
He was being operated , I managed to see him though the operation theater see through glass. he had white bandage on his forehead and plaster for his leg , seriously he was looking like a clown in this dress. I visited his room where he was kept the next day.1st day was filled with family drama as to why my kid was injured and all relatives flocking around him to know his state of health. I came to know from his family that he skid off the road from his bike , but some how I had this strange feeling that he was telling the lie like a true friend i knew him, this injuries were not from skidding off the bike.
As some days passed and families were off the hospital and in the night I was sitting besides him sharing a cup of Tea and having casual conversation amongest many question landed this question of mine " What did actually happen Ketan ?" was my question to him