Year 1983. I was just 7year old, a very naughty child as everyone is at that age. I used to just play for the whole day and do nothing else. I was a single child who was pampered to the hilt by his mom and dad. One day during the winters I went out to play. I lived in North India which has worst winters and the temperature dips to a severe low. The sun takes a break for days as everything is covered by dense fog. Fortunate ones shiver under their blankets inside their warm houses; unfortunate ones shiver without them.
It was mid–January. When I went out to play with my friends, it was raining. The drizzle had started since two hours before. Even after my mom scolded me and warned me against going out, I still went disobeying her. We all gathered at our common place where we used to play many games like hide and seek, thief & police, cricket and may more. It was 5 in the evening when we played thief & police. We sat for 30 minutes at the same ground and chatted around just like that. We left for our homes around 6 in the evening.
Those days, 6 in the evening is like 10 in the night, especially in the small towns. Moreover it was winter time. There were no street lights. I was with one of my friends and we were going together through the well-accustomed route heading towards our homes. We were just having a normal chat and walking like a 7 year would, without paying any attention at the road. Suddenly a bike came out of nowhere. We could not see it coming as it was white like a paper outside due to the fog and that rider did not even bother to switch the headlight on. Or maybe it was really not working, as he said later. All I realised was a sudden black-out and terrible pain soon after.
The bike had come and hit me from behind. I fell and was out of my senses for a good 5 minutes. I didn’t even know what happened. My friends called everyone who were around and they called my dad. I was taken to the hospital which was not actually a hospital but unfortunately after that, I lost my left leg.
At times when I look back, I can’t properly recall the exact chain of events of that day. I don’t remember the feeling of the accident. But I just remember clearly, my mother’s voice – the voice that had instructed me not to venture out on that day!
Storyteller : Ravish
As told to : Ritika jain