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The Nasty Fall

When I woke up today morning, the weather forecast said there would some heavy rains and some ice. I quickly ignored the warnings and started to get my fresh cup of coffee to kick-start my morning. It was my son’s playschool day. Because he only goes for three days, I usually try not to miss any of them, unless there is a heavy snow storm that I can’t pass.

Today, my morning began with a series of erroneous combinations. First, my husband announced that he had early meetings so he would be out of the door soon and would also take the car. He asked if I would consider keeping my son at home, given the weather? I shook my head incessantly, as I eyed my son waking up from his deep slumber.

My son and I stared at each other, knowing well that we both loved the space we got from being apart for short periods of time. So, yes, rain or no rain, we were sticking to our plans.

You have to look out for the ice, said my husband. I nodded, not really listening to it. What ice? I thought, I have seen rains in India and I know it can’t be that bad.

After my husband left, I convinced my son to step inside the shower after a ten-minute pep talk. It took another thirty minutes to convince him to step out of the shower and eat breakfast and get him to wear his clothes. Phew, by now, I really just need another cup of coffee.

My ordeal doesn’t end here. I now load my son with double layered clothes and heap him up with a jacket, gloves, a hat, socks and shoes. There, now my son looks like a mini-eskimo.

I do the same for myself, a jacket, gloves and hat. Clutching an umbrella, a tiny schoolbag and a bloated toddler, we tumble outside the door just in time to see my Uber driver parked right across the street. Wow, I thought. Today is my lucky day. Rarely does a driver turn up in sight without asking for further instructions.

Now, the rain is falling very hard and I am just focusing on how not to get drenched. First, I pick my son and buckle him in the car seat. I shut the door and turn around to reach the other side of the car.
But I don’t make it, not immediately at least. I take a couple of steps and find myself skiing on a thin layer of ice that covered most of the road. Bam! I landed on my bottom which is what I call, a nasty fall. I have never fallen like that ever before.

Within seconds, I pick myself to check if I have broken bones. I am glad there are none. After I return home, I have forgotten all about the fall because the pain has disappeared. Phew, that was close, I thought to myself.

I was so wrong. A few hours later, the aches began. For the rest of the day, I could hardly move. In addition, common cold gave me a visit. So, here I am, perched on the bed, wondering if my day could get any bad than it already is. But I remind myself to look for sunshine, which is a long way to go. For now, I have to make do with snow, ice, rain and a whole lot of cloudy days. Long way to go for sunshine. miss you, summer. 

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