11th May 2013 :
I was in the elevator, climbing to the 4th floor. I had a feeling of anxiety, restlessness. Had an urge to see that asshole. I screamed inside my head, "I leave him for one day, one fucking day. And he ends up in a hospital". As the elevator door opened, I rushed to the reception and a lady attended me.
"Room no. 415, Aditya Patel" I inquired at the desk.
"Right of the desk, first door on your left, third bed" She directed me towards the room.
I thanked her and rushed towards the room. My steps slowed down as I entered the room. His mom greeted me with a smile. But the sadness in her smile was pretty evident. I saw him, lying on his bed. his forehead bandaged, belt around his right arm and traction attached to his right knee. He greeted me with a regretting smile.
Two days earlier :
I had just arrived at Ambaji (Religious hill-station). Cell phones weren't allowed inside the temple. So I had left mine in the hotel room. I felt blessed in the goddess's presence. I thanked her for everything I had ever achieved in my life, and for giving me enough courage to go through tough times. I came back to the hotel room and switched on the lights. I checked my cell phone and was quite surprised to see 3 missed calls and a couple of text messages from most of my close friends. One of them being Aashi. Now that was surprising because she never calls. We mostly communicate via Whatsapp. Her text said "Call me asap". I texted her back asking what was the urgency. She said, that she would call.
Phone ringing : Aashi Calling. I answered it.
"Dude, you got the message ? Did you talk to Adi ?" She asked me
"What message ? What happened ? I saw his missed call." I was getting worried, sensing the same in her voice.
"He had an accident. He and four others are admitted in Sterling hospital" She said.
I was shocked. I mean I had met them all just a day before and now this. I asked her the details, and she gave me a thorough report. I tried calling him up, but the call didn't go through. Fucking network problem. I wished I could go see them. I was frustrated, because I was pretty far away from Baroda and with my family. The injuries were severe, but weren't fatal. I couldn't sleep that night. And I decided to go see him as soon as I reach back home. And I did. I sat there and we talked about the whole incident, cracked jokes and had a good time as usual. I left the hospital as soon as the visiting time ended. I wished I was with them, that night. I could have prevented all this from happening. I would've at least asked them to slow down. IF ONLY, I could do something. Anything.
Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed directions. I believe there is no such thing as luck or fate, it's God's perfect plan. Trust me if there is anything like fate, it doesn't care most of the time.
I was in the elevator, climbing to the 4th floor. I had a feeling of anxiety, restlessness. Had an urge to see that asshole. I screamed inside my head, "I leave him for one day, one fucking day. And he ends up in a hospital". As the elevator door opened, I rushed to the reception and a lady attended me.
"Room no. 415, Aditya Patel" I inquired at the desk.
"Right of the desk, first door on your left, third bed" She directed me towards the room.
I thanked her and rushed towards the room. My steps slowed down as I entered the room. His mom greeted me with a smile. But the sadness in her smile was pretty evident. I saw him, lying on his bed. his forehead bandaged, belt around his right arm and traction attached to his right knee. He greeted me with a regretting smile.
Two days earlier :
I had just arrived at Ambaji (Religious hill-station). Cell phones weren't allowed inside the temple. So I had left mine in the hotel room. I felt blessed in the goddess's presence. I thanked her for everything I had ever achieved in my life, and for giving me enough courage to go through tough times. I came back to the hotel room and switched on the lights. I checked my cell phone and was quite surprised to see 3 missed calls and a couple of text messages from most of my close friends. One of them being Aashi. Now that was surprising because she never calls. We mostly communicate via Whatsapp. Her text said "Call me asap". I texted her back asking what was the urgency. She said, that she would call.
Phone ringing : Aashi Calling. I answered it.
"Dude, you got the message ? Did you talk to Adi ?" She asked me
"What message ? What happened ? I saw his missed call." I was getting worried, sensing the same in her voice.
"He had an accident. He and four others are admitted in Sterling hospital" She said.
I was shocked. I mean I had met them all just a day before and now this. I asked her the details, and she gave me a thorough report. I tried calling him up, but the call didn't go through. Fucking network problem. I wished I could go see them. I was frustrated, because I was pretty far away from Baroda and with my family. The injuries were severe, but weren't fatal. I couldn't sleep that night. And I decided to go see him as soon as I reach back home. And I did. I sat there and we talked about the whole incident, cracked jokes and had a good time as usual. I left the hospital as soon as the visiting time ended. I wished I was with them, that night. I could have prevented all this from happening. I would've at least asked them to slow down. IF ONLY, I could do something. Anything.
Sometimes the slightest things change the directions of our lives, the merest breath of circumstance, a random moment that connects like a meteorite striking the earth. Lives have swiveled and changed directions. I believe there is no such thing as luck or fate, it's God's perfect plan. Trust me if there is anything like fate, it doesn't care most of the time.
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