BIKERS CLUB APRIL 2020 ISSUE | Page 51

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. BIKERS CLUB ® MAGAZINE | PAGE 51 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?" B I K E R S C L U B ® | www.bikersclub.in