I am here, sitting at Hong Kong Airport. My flight is in next 6 hrs. So I decide to blog and abreast you all about my first scar.
Every scar has it’s own
story
Every scar is a reminder
that we have the courage to fight
Every scar is a reminder to
learn from our mistakes
We eventually learn to
accept it as part of our body.
Every scar is the bookmark
of immense pain
Every scar makes us believe
in magic
The story of my first scar
starts from this beautiful place from Vietnam called DaNang. Me and my dear friend “Apple” landed early
morning. The initial vibes reminded me of my home in Bangalore. We checked in and went out to have some local
breakfast. I saw expats all riding the bike and the Indian in me was like
bring it on. Managed to get a bike on rent. The super confident biker in me was
like so carefree about everything. Little did I know what was round the corner.
My friend accompanied me
while I was driving the bike. We were heading towards the beach & on the Han River Bridge I took the wrong lane. We stopped by to ask some locals for
direction & realized we have to take a U turn. I had to cross the road and
then take a U turn. As I was doing that a bike from the opposite lane crossed
and hit me. After a few seconds I
realized my left leg entire muscle had got ripped off and I could see my
bone. It took me time to realize that I have met with an accident. Luckily, my
friend was safe.
The locals gathered and they
called the ambulance. For the first time I entered the ambulance and I was
crying. If I recollect now, I was not crying because of the injury or the pain,
I was crying because the confident driver in me was not ready to accept the
fact that I had failed and my ego was too high to accept that the accident was
due to my mistake.
I was rushed to the hospital,
they got my X-ray done. No fracture, so I was taken to the operation
room for stitches. I remembered crying and calling out my mom’s name. And this
time I was crying because I was thinking how ugly my leg will look now after
this and I won’t be able to flaunt my leg and wear shorts. I got 7 stitches. I
was discharged and I must tell you Vietnam people are really kind and helpful.
The management girl “Christina” came to see me in the hospital and was running
around in getting things sorted for us.
We came back to our hostel
& make a step was like a big deal for me. That immense pain, I felt it and I still
remember how it feels. That’s the time I realized the steps which we casually
take, how much grateful we should be for them. I met this girl “Anna” who works in the
hostel, she was sitting by my side that night & giving me helping hand when
I wanted to walk. She told me no matter how deep the shit is, how much the pain
is, try smiling and everything will disappear.
She taught me some very interesting life lessons that came out of her
own challenged life.
It’s important to count your
blessings
Forgive people who do bad
Give love and be kind to
everyone
Sing and smile whenever you
face difficulties in life
We were in Vietnam for 7
days and moved to Hoi an the very next day. I could not travel around, but I
used to sit in the resort area by the beach side. I met interesting people from
various parts of life, connected, and we shared our stories. I had so many
strangers helping me during these days.
I had some very sweet guys lifting me when taking steps were nearly
impossible ;)
I dedicate this blog to Christina, Anna, all the strangers who helped me on my way and more importantly
my lovely friend “Apple”. You realize what true friendship is when people like
Apple honor you with their friendship for life. Words are less to describe for
all the stuff she did for me …. All I can say…The reason I was able to recover
so soon, reached Shenzhen and get back to normal life… is all due
to her.
I owe her for every step I
take and more.
Thank you Apple for
everything.
It’s been 2 months now…
I met with this accident on 9th
of Feb
Got my stitches removed on
25th Feb
And I was back to traveling
on 9th April
Coming back to the scar ….
It’s part of me. I have accepted it.
It’s part of my body now… I
don’t think it looks that ugly ;)
I have not stopped wearing
my short dresses or shorts.
I flaunt my scar !
When I look at it…. I know
one day every wound will be ok.
Time will heal everything.
Time will heal everything.
I have seen my torn muscles
& tissues and now I see my scar
I am grateful as I can walk
the way I used to before.
I value every step that I
can take.
I know the immense pain, I
have faced it, lived it
But I also know what it
feels to see that pain go off
I want this blog post to
give that courage to people who are dealing with their injuries.
I want to inspire people to
help others when they are going through difficult times.
I want to let people know,
it’s ok, scars are not ugly, they just make you more stronger and different.
I want people to take care
of their health and be grateful of their life, as there are few who don’t have
what you tend to take for granted.
Sorry for this lengthy
post, I am off to Singapore. Come back for more stories!
