broken beauty!
“How did this happen?” asked my cousin on phone.” Bhaiya, I was walking and I fell down”…. ”and then ??”….”and then nothing”…”don’t make a fool of me”…”what fool”…”tell me the truth…you were pacing, why doesn’t young blood understand speed thrills and speed fractures”…”what would I pace on, I don’t have a vehicle here and anyways I hardly ride, me being a proud pillion rider”…..”oh! so what part of body has your friend damaged”…..”which friend!”….”the one who was riding”…….(God ! whats this noooooooo)…”hello hello bhaiya cant hear you…BSNL…network problem ….helloooooooooooooooooo.”
I sighed and looked at my heavy foot (P.S-singular…foot…no misinterpretation) and then lifted my feet up in air, to see how much weight had the plaster added on to my left foot. considerable. I was enjoying this act of seeing my feet flying, ahaa….. and suddenly somebody dashed in” you stupid girl!!! What are you doing… trying to do the same to the other foot as well, silly girl…looking for symmetry!!!”….no no that wasn’t true , I was indeed appreciating the asymmetry..( but yeah that was silly, thanks ma for making me realize that). I was sipping the turmeric milk as my friends came to see me. ”hows it now”…..” I don’t know whats going on inside......its the same from outside”…..”hehe”…..” what hehe it was a serious answer, anyways..would you try turmeric milk”…..” you take it buddy its for sick people”…..”arre it tastes like rasmalai….like watery gravy(no that’s not the right word) of rasmalai”……”lagta hai tere dimaag main bhi fracture ho gaya ”…..”koi nahi you will still be friend, anyways hua kaise?”….”yaar I was walking and I fell down.bus.”……” you mean you fell from a bus!”…..”nopes I was walking and I fell down that’s it”……”aise fracture doesn’t happen, you know my brother fractured his leg when he fell from third floor of a building”……”yeah , she is right ..my uncle fractured his finger when he accidently hammered on it and his daughter fractured her foot after the same hammer fell from his hand.”……” I am sorry , I don’t have an interesting story behind it,it just happened.”……..”ok don’t worry, we will figure it out for you,where did it happen”…….”near aunti ki dukaan”…..”describe the close geography”……”well i remember I had just crossed a naali”…….”yuk, drain, yuk”…..”buddy it was a sukhi naali, no let me correct..it was a suukhi naali (before I get on to the philosophical realm exploring the divine concept of a sukhi naali and a dukhi naali).”……….”ohhhh what else apart from that drain, stone, a rock??.....”like I don’t remember but that’s kuchha road... stones , rocks, there might be plenty of them there…”……..”we got it now! You jumped over the suukhi naali and without realizing that there was a huge rock on the other side your foot hit the rock and then a terrible somersault , and the fracture happened”…….i tried to imagine and felt like the protagonist of a low budget desi spiderwoman movie ...though i strained every nerve inside my skull to see if the pseudo story met reality …but …nai yaar...cant It happen the way it did. I was walking and I fell down!
I sighed and looked at my heavy foot (P.S-singular…foot…no misinterpretation) and then lifted my feet up in air, to see how much weight had the plaster added on to my left foot. considerable. I was enjoying this act of seeing my feet flying, ahaa….. and suddenly somebody dashed in” you stupid girl!!! What are you doing… trying to do the same to the other foot as well, silly girl…looking for symmetry!!!”….no no that wasn’t true , I was indeed appreciating the asymmetry..( but yeah that was silly, thanks ma for making me realize that). I was sipping the turmeric milk as my friends came to see me. ”hows it now”…..” I don’t know whats going on inside......its the same from outside”…..”hehe”…..” what hehe it was a serious answer, anyways..would you try turmeric milk”…..” you take it buddy its for sick people”…..”arre it tastes like rasmalai….like watery gravy(no that’s not the right word) of rasmalai”……”lagta hai tere dimaag main bhi fracture ho gaya ”…..”koi nahi you will still be friend, anyways hua kaise?”….”yaar I was walking and I fell down.bus.”……” you mean you fell from a bus!”…..”nopes I was walking and I fell down that’s it”……”aise fracture doesn’t happen, you know my brother fractured his leg when he fell from third floor of a building”……”yeah , she is right ..my uncle fractured his finger when he accidently hammered on it and his daughter fractured her foot after the same hammer fell from his hand.”……” I am sorry , I don’t have an interesting story behind it,it just happened.”……..”ok don’t worry, we will figure it out for you,where did it happen”…….”near aunti ki dukaan”…..”describe the close geography”……”well i remember I had just crossed a naali”…….”yuk, drain, yuk”…..”buddy it was a sukhi naali, no let me correct..it was a suukhi naali (before I get on to the philosophical realm exploring the divine concept of a sukhi naali and a dukhi naali).”……….”ohhhh what else apart from that drain, stone, a rock??.....”like I don’t remember but that’s kuchha road... stones , rocks, there might be plenty of them there…”……..”we got it now! You jumped over the suukhi naali and without realizing that there was a huge rock on the other side your foot hit the rock and then a terrible somersault , and the fracture happened”…….i tried to imagine and felt like the protagonist of a low budget desi spiderwoman movie ...though i strained every nerve inside my skull to see if the pseudo story met reality …but …nai yaar...cant It happen the way it did. I was walking and I fell down!
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