I was walking down the stairs to get my breakfast when suddenly my slippers lost the grip of friction and i fell back. A momentary lapse. My head hit the corner with a bang and my spine went numb for a few seconds. Tears and moaning silently came out. I didn't want anyone to know about my fall and how i couldn't break it. The hand joint certainly received a clear jolt on both sides. For some time, i just lied there praying that no one shows up and sees me in such embarassing pose. The next day i was leaving for Pune so i just wanted to let this pass, as quick and calm a tip-toe.
Before i crossed my grandma's room, i wiped off my residual tears and greeted her a happy good morning with a kiss on her cheek. I went to the kitchen, served myself breakfast, ate my food with a teeny-tiny jaw pain, and went back up. I sat on the bed with my phone unknowing what to do. From a distance I heard my mom's slippers hitting the floor with the sound getting denser every second. The next moment I looked up and saw her putting stuffs in my bag and throwing me multiple queries. The pain still lingered and i just couldn't resist myself to tell her so i kicked off asking her to give a slight massage to my head. She defied because of work burden; i took this chance and slowly opened the wound. I could see the puzzlement in her eyes.
She walked behind me and checked for a possible swollen skull. The moment she found the hump, she pressed it so hard i shrieked and heavily sobbed at first. Within no time my eyes bursted in tears. I squeezed them shut, taking myself to another dimension with unkempt foresights - that i will be leaving this place soon, that my mom will once again get used to the habit of living without me, that i miss my boyfriend i hope he doesn't leave me, that college life has hit me hard and that i wish i get driven over by a car rather a truck - all at once. A cumulative shredded pieces together.
Post-haste she got me some ointment, applied it on the effected part and gave me a long forehead kiss which i know will last for another 3 years.
The excitment had drained back then, of going back to Pune, meeting my friends, and getting back the freedom I'd always wanted. It's true that some things matter so much to you just because you love them; you don't want to leave the comfort zone because pampering is all we want sometimes.
I wanted to give my life a thought too, so i lied down in peace only to realize I've had hurt my back too.