A Comedy of Chaos
Misadventure at the Railway Station
On a beautiful evening recently, as I sauntered towards the grand entrance of the railway station, feeling like a protagonist in my own adventure, little did I know that fate had conspired to turn my day into a slapstick comedy routine. With the grace of a newborn giraffe, I managed to trip over my own feet and perform a flawless face-plant onto the unforgiving granite steps. My left hand, in a bid to save my dignity (and my nose), collided with the stones, sending my glasses flying into the unknown.
In that moment of chaos, with the world spinning faster than a tumble dryer on overdrive, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer irony of the situation. Had my glasses shattered upon impact, I would have been left stranded, unable to decipher the blurry train departure boards to determine my train of choice. Talk about a sight for sore eyes!
As I lay there, contemplating my life choices and the resilience of granite, I couldn't help but wonder if the passers-by mistook me for a method actor auditioning for the role of a drunken stumblebum. Yet, amidst the sea of indifferent faces, two angels in human form materialized before me. Their concerned voices cut through the haze of embarrassment, asking the age-old question: "Are you okay?"
Now, one might argue that their inquiry was less about genuine concern and more about confirming whether I was a hazard to public safety. But hey, I'll take what I can get in moments of dire need.
Once I got up, gathered my glasses, pen and wallet and had one last look at my clothes. Despite millions of feet trampling those steps between the morning and the evening, fortunately, my clothes didn't get dirty with that fall – I must say thanks to the cleaning staff of the station for saving the grace.
However, the comedy of chaos didn't end there. Oh no, fate had one final punchline up its sleeve. The collision with the granite steps resulted in a rather unfortunate fracture in two of my left-hand fingers. And thus, I found myself sporting the latest fashion trend: finger splints, courtesy of modern medicine. A final thanks to those granite steps for being kind to me fracturing just my two fingers and not knees!
But hey, every cloud has a silver lining, right? At least the injury befell my left hand, sparing my dominant right hand from any inconvenience. I mean, imagine the tragedy of not being able to hold a drink or wield a fork at dinner—utter chaos!
As I gingerly made my way home, nursing my wounded pride and my taped-up fingers, I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Life, it seems, has a wicked sense of humor. And who am I to argue with fate's comedic timing?
Hope I will be able to hold my glass in the left hand and pick snacks with the right. Soon.
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Glad it was just your fingers! I like how you framed it as a silver lining instead of being outraged that you broke your fingers, you realised that it could easily have been worse.
Are you a glass half full kind of guy Ashok? Was the glass half full of vodka and that's why you fell in the first place 😂
Ummmmmm...you have not mentioned the real reason for falling 😉