On that day, my journey down the stairs in my home was supposed to be a part of a normal routine but while walking down, I was immersed in my thoughts and the moment I looked towards my parents’ room, I lost control of my footing.
Next, everything went blur and then what I can recall is only numbness.
I tried hard to grab hold of railing but like Jill whose tumbling fall from the hill was uncontrollable, I also came straight on floor.
Lying on my back , I saw everyone gathered round me but my twelve year old niece was the one who reached the spot first. (Much to my annoyance, she felt proud in witnessing that scene and in the coming days, she enjoyed narrating and exaggerating it). To cut a long story short, I was so embarrassed that on seeing everyone gathering round me, I wasted no time and on standing up, I tried to assure them that I was fine.
In the coming days, I had to bear the pain in my back and what left me amazed was the fact that that fall from the stairs produced a loud noise but my younger sister who was busy studying her medical books remained unaware of that incident.
Later, the conversation between me and my sister went something like this 🙂