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My Mother’s Voice

About Ritika Jain

Ritika jain hails from Rajasthan, She is pursuing her journalism studies from Mumbai. She loves to meet new people, explore new places and also loves dancing.
For #TellMeYourStory, Ritika is dedicated to collect stories from senior citizens, especially from those at old age homes, who aren't tech savvy but have marvelous stories to say, reflecting upon culture, values, ideologies and a generation.

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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

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