This happened in Nagpur, I was very small.. and i am in my 1st std , that day i can never forget in my life. Though i remember the incident very faintly, the feeling of being lost never goes out of my mind. One evening after school , the rickshaw man who was supposed to drop me home did not come to pick me up. I waited and waited looking at the gates of the school. My legs started paining and everyone kept walking here and there and slowly the school was getting empty . All of a sudden pin drop silence and no one around me. I had the saddest expression on my face as tears ran down my cheeks . I was scared to death. My heart started pounding fast . It was like i can hear my heart beating loud on my ears.. I had the feeling that i was lost and lost forever. I was very small and just a baby . What would i possibly do... And moreover we were new to Nagpur, people are new, language is new, school is new. I had a terrible feeling which even now if i think about it can wake me up from sleep. So i just sat there looking at the gates with mind totally blank and a hollow feeling with a horrified expression as time was ticking... Slowly it turned dark now and i lost it. i started crying and had no guts to even walk up to someone and ask anything and moreover i cannot see a single souls around me. I for an instant thought maybe this is death....
Meanwhile back at my home......
As Dad and Mom both were working they didn't know that i haven't reached home yet. Dad's office was just next our house and he usually comes and peeps in to the house to find out if i had reached home. Same way that day he came to the house and saw i wasn't there and it was already late in the Evening around 5pm. He enquired the servant savithri and she said that i hadn't come back from school. Dad was shocked and started searching around the house if i am playing somewhere and couldn't fine me. His heart beated fast as he enquired the rickshaw man who is no one but the servants husband and he said that he had been to school and didn't see me there so he thought that dad would have picked me up and came back. Dad had a shock of his life.. Now is when he realised that i haven't been picked up from school and rushed immediately to my school. it was already dark and he was worried to the greatest core. When he reached school there was one lady sweeping the school ground near the gate. He said that he has come to pick me up and she says that the school is closed and everyone left and no one inside. Dad had the most shocking and breath stopping feeling at that time . He for a moment thought i was lost when suddenly he saw a small girl sitting on the bench near the gate inside. it was none other than me.
I heard some voices and lifted my head up and saw a figure walking towards me and i couldn't believe my eyes when i saw daddy . i even thought maybe its just a dream i am having after death. When dad came close and lifted me up is when i realised that i am actually alive and in his arms. He had the same expression on his face that i had....I was very happy to find that i was alive because as a small baby i had thought that this was death.
The feeling of being lost .. Oh my God.. can never ever forget it in my life. Even Dad has never forgotten this incident because the feeling was mutual. He had the same feelings i had too.
Broken Forehead
Yet another incident that happened in my childhood days. We are in Nagpur and i am still a small child . But now i am in my 2nd std. One night after finishing homework me and my younger brother were playing in the bed. My school bag was irritating me and so i wanted to keep that aside . I saw the windows and wanted to put the bag there but the distance between the bed and the window was long , at least for a small child like me. But its me again . I used to be very naughty and playful . I wanted to jump from the bed to the window like a monkey. So as i stood up to do that .. obviously since the distance was too long i fell right onto the sharp edges of the window lock and hit my forehead on it really hard. And all i can remember at that moment was my younger brother shouting Didi, Didi.... When Mom and Dad came and saw blood everywhere they had the shock of their lives . It was very late in the night and they both started to panic. Then dad immediately carried me to the doctors house as no hospitals close by open at this moment. They were sleeping i guess as my mom and dad knocked the door. I was in deep pain and in half conscious mind. The doc saw my head and said that we need to stitch it up.
The doc then wiped the blood and looked at my face and said that he is going to stitch the open wound and this will hurt as no anesthesia will be used.. i said OK and quickly lied on the bed . It is when i saw the instruments the doc had his hands to start on the stitching , scared me to death and i started shouting and crying.. already i was in pain and the doc is scaring me like hell. The doc then gave me a story book and mom and dad calmed me down . The doc then told me a story and slowly stitched my wound.
we returned back home and the next day i am going to school with a big cross like plaster on my forehead and my classmates started laughing. Do i have a choice???
I still have that mark on my forehead . It was a very big opening.. They had put 5 stitches. But i guess i was a brave little darling...
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