ISSUE 04 | APRIL 2020
I woke up in the middle of the highway with a
huge crowd around me. I was alone and had
no clue where I was; I jumped to check my
spine and total physical condition. I could
move and walk, but there was a lot of blood
around me. I still was not aware that my chin
was cut, and my lips too due to the wires of
braces. I hit my nose by the visor of the helmet,
and my face was full of blood. People around
started giving me their scarfs and towels, and
somehow I succeeded in stopping the first
blood river. People wanted to take me into
their car as highway patrol, but first, I had to
check my motorcycle condition. Few guys
picked up my Boris (my bike) when I saw the
leads of the hit on his tank and hanging pieces
of leather-like skin from the saddlebag,
desperately I thought, what have I done to my
bike? Poor Boris! I was not able to evaluate all
the damages. I started to feel dizzy, so I
succeeded in going out of the crowd and sit a
little bit on the ground, then someone took me
to the car to sit inside and talked with the
police. The policeman asked me if I am alone?
To which I told him that I am with my
husband and daughter, but I refused to call my
husband because I knew he was already 200
km ahead of me. He can't do anything in this
situation except to turn back and drive like
crazy.
I didn't want my family to be worried about
me, so I told the police to call Praveen Singh
Bisht, who was my guardian angel for the day
who was waiting for me in Jaipur. The police
guy called him and told him about the
situation. He told me to go to the hospital to
which I refused and said I would ride the bike. I
didn't realize in the beginning how serious I
was injured, but I was more worried about my
bike, and how could I leave him in the middle
of nowhere on the highway in India. Soon, I
realized I couldn't be able to continue, and I
will have to go to the hospital in the
ambulance. Police told me not to worry about
the bike that they will take care of him. I went
to the ambulance; people around gave me my
jacket and the helmet.
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One of the guys knocked on the glass and gave
me my Saint Christopher medal, protector of
travellers, a gift from my great friend Mona
Rygaard from Sweden.
Travelling in the ambulance in India was an
adventure itself. I experienced offroading and
jumping. Meanwhile, both of my phones
started to ring and receiving messages from all
my friends in India. Mufi (Mufaddal Badri) from
Surat messaged me, "Don't worry about
anything; the help is on the way." I didn't
realize what kind of help he mentioned? I
didn't even know where I was and which
hospital they took me, but the hospital doctor
told me that I was lucky because five people
died in that same month in that same spot!
Five minutes after my arrival in the hospital,
four people came to me while stitches were
going on by the doctor on my chin. They told
me that they came there for any help that I
would need. I didn't know anyone of them, but
I expressed my gratitude towards them. It was
Sunday, and I was in the hospital with fewer
staff in a small town. After stitches on my chin,
the doctors left me, but I was in pain due to a
broken wrist. Sunil John, one of my saviour,
moved me to the private hospital in his car. He
sent two guys to look after my motorcycle and
his son, who ran around in the hospital to
arrange papers, medical checks, and the
payment. Yes! They even paid the bills of that
hospital because I had the only card which
was not working and did not have enough
cash. Sunil noticed some bleeding behind my
ears and immediately took me for the scanner
of the brain, worrying about some internal
brain injuries. The doctor said, "everything was
normal in my brain" by looking at the reports,
but he saw the fractures on my jaw in the
second scanning. The doctor fixed my wrist
with a temporary cast, and we sat to wait. I
asked, "what is next?"
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