A Legacy (Maybe)

               Some 15 years ago or so, a kid was hit by a truck. His mother, as usual, went to drop her two youngest sons’ to the school that morning. The school was nearby and it was an exam time. She had told them to wait for her to pick them up later. But that day, somehow, the youngest son finishes his exam early and decides to head back home with some of his friends. A cross over the road and everything became so fast after that. It was like within a blink of an eye.

 

             The truck had hit the left leg, from thigh below, very severe; leaving the little skin that remained hanging. The right leg was also hit but not as severe as the left. People who became the witness of the after effects at the accident spot would later say, “Pieces of fats, muscles, skin and blood were splattered all over the road.” But on that eventful day, the truck driver did something out of usual. Instead of running away, he stop the struck, got out of it, took off his shirt and wrapped it around the kid injured legs, pick the kid up and ran on foot with the kid to the nearest hospital.

             It was a very small village hospital and when the kid mother arrived, they told her to take the kid to the nearest town hospital ASAP because the kid had lost too much blood and there wasn’t much they could do for him. A three hour drive with an unconscious kid and a crying mother, the ambulance finally arrived at the city hospital but was refused to admit because the hospital authority didn’t want to handle a case of an accident death with the cops. It was too much of a mess for them and they knew it was too late for the kid. You don’t want to be the mother at that point of time. She was holding her almost death son and she couldn’t do anything except shed silent tears and beg.

               A few minutes or maybe even hours later (no one really remember now) and after maybe hundreds of outgoing calls, a nurse intervene and the kid was admitted. It was a day off for that nurse and she was bound for a holiday or something like that, until she got that call and headed back to the hospital. Somehow she happened to have known the kid family a long time back, who knows how.

             Three months, seven major surgeries and who knows how many minor surgeries later, the kid was finally out of hospital. Now even the kid hardly remembers anything. When ask, he thinks he remember some pain when they had to do his wound dressings and that’s it.

             Oh by the way, I was telling the story of my little brother. He must be a little over seven when that incident happened. Now only some scar remains and he has grown so much bigger than me. He also likes to pain and when we were a little younger, I use to buy him colors and stuff. So a few weeks ago, he uploaded a picture of himself painting, on Facebook and it made me so proud of him. After all I was not a very bad impression at all huh? Ahahaha…Yes that’s him and I thought he deserves an introduction.

Last Word: Sorry, I had to tell you such a story today. I didn’t intend to. But yes, I did intentionally avoided going into the details of what happened at that time and why it became one of the most important chapter in our lives, especially for my father. Maybe, someday I will or maybe not. By the way, I added a new page on my site for sketches. Some I did when I was in college and others for a T-Shirt project which didn’t work out well for whatever reason. So if you get time, do check them out.