This is a story of a young girl. Oh no if you are thinking that this is something from the Far Far away kind of stories than you will be disappointed. This is the story of me, Prachi Rege, aapli Mumbai girl, who has been living and walking its streets and platforms like a soldier on foot, for as long as I remember.
However, this soldier on foot was quite disappointed on December 31, 2008. Yes, the last day of the year, popularly known as New Years Eve. So this is what happened...
A very enthusiastic me, just like my fellow Mumbaikars left office to head home and join my family for New Year’s celebrations. But fate had other plans for me. While walking towards the station I passed a group of labourers who were loading cement tiles on a hand cart and one of those heavy pieces kissed my foot and the world came tumbling on it. I walked a little ahead with a muffled cry passing my lips and I could sense something sticky on my foot, to my horror in the middle of that crowded lane it was BLOOD!! Alone and helpless, I walked towards the station dragging my bloodied foot.
If you think the next thing I did was to get into the train then I wouldn’t blame you; but looks like my ordeal wasn’t destined to be short lived. I BLACKED OUT...on the station. The next thing I know is that a mob of people were picking me up, and I was screaming for my mobile which had fallen to the ground. Some twenty odd good Samaritans revived me with water and reassurances (my personal thanks, apologies and blessings to all of these people), after which I just put myself into the train and limped home, this time with a bump and bruised head from the black out.
And that’s how I became Miss Limpsalot on New Years’s eve....
