The Story Of My Most Serious Injury

This story starts at the time my family decided that we take a small vacation off the island and go ahead to our home country – India. It was a short yet amazing history that was pencil in my life forever.
We went to Allahabad, a little about the history of the city. This inland peninsula is surrounded by the rivers Ganga and Yamuna on three sides, with only one side connected to the mainland. These rivers in India are considered to be sacred and anyone who takes a dip within it is said to be washed off all his sins.

So yes, people do come here in huge numbers and masses to be cleansed from all their impurities.
That’s beside the point, and that is not how I injured myself. It was one fine evening, when all us cousins decided to go visit the Hanuman temple and then go for a grand dinner at some high end restaurant. My mom, my aunt and my little cousin of 5years all took off in a rickshaw.

So all the cousins, that included 6 of us, divided ourselves in 3 different bikes and zipped away. It was after some time, we decided that we start racing and taking over. The speed soon took over and we didn’t even realize that we were riding as fast the wind.

Hooting, screaming, cheering we all thought it was sheer fun, and then the cousin who I was a pile on with geared up his bike and took off faster than the others. It was pretty fast, as the wind gushed through my hair, and tears dripped out of my eyes I was holding on to the bike and enjoyed every spilt second.

A sudden turn, and there was a small round about. We turned so quick that, we almost had to avoid a white jeep that was right behind us, as we cut through the small space. This guy in the jeep was obviously stunned and he flashed his headlights twice, thrice, I don’t remember. As soon as I blinked, the next thing I knew that I was skidding on the ground.

The worst fears came true, the bike had crashed. Within the blink of my eye, I was on the ground. The bike skidded for about a good few meters and then came to a hasty halt. This was when I realized that it was bad and I just got up out of awkwardness and sat down on the pavement. My cousin who was still on the earth, entangled within the bike along with the front tire still whirling eccentrically. My other cousins stopped behind me, and came running towards us. The first thing that came to my mind was that I had landed on my chin on the pavement. And I just slided my hand on the skin to see if I was injured at all on my face. And it was perfectly intact, for which I thank god even today.

The next thing, my cousins pulled my other brother from the bike and made him sit on the pavement next to me. My hands were bleeding I noticed, by then there was a huge crowd which had gathered all around us creating more commotion more than ever.

A pass by ran to a restaurant and brought us a jug of water, and we washed ourselves from all the blood. It was painful, and then shivering and trembling we got on the bike again till we reached our destination. Later that night when I climbed in to my bed, everything hurt like a bitch. There were skid marks right across my waist and my skin had burned deeply.

It was funny later then, my first bike accident, history was made and everyone laughed except for my mom.