Crash boom bang….

Apart from the bang I guess that’s how it would have sounded when I touched the ground with my ride. More than the bodily hurt I was more concerned bout my bike. How could I let this happen, how could I have done this to the only thing that mattered to me… my bike… never happened before (apart from the falls on other bikes), not once in our association of four years… I was too careful… nothing would ever happen to my gleaming machine I had vowed… me and my bullet... the minute I sat on it we were one.. nothing could do us apart until I reached my destination which would include a lot of detours en route just for the sake of a good ride… happened the same way this time too.. Front wheel locked... Rear end spun… bike went down and so did I… for the first time I was wishing that we weren’t one…
The aftermath… turns out that the bike didn’t even feel it… nothing significant other than a bent lever which was repaired in ten minutes by my trusted mechanic rash… and me… I managed to bruise all four limbs… was in bed for a day… was banned from the OT for the past month for fear of infection (I had open wounds), no not infecting my wounds but me being a source of infection inside the OT… almost a month now, the wounds have healed.. had decided to enter OT today but then turns out it was closed as there was some organism growing somewhere… my my thank god a didn’t enter OT all these days… who would have infected whom…