It was morning time and the season was winters. I was wearing my sweat shirt and a leather jacket over it and had gone to get some stuff for our home from the nearby market. After taking the required things, I was walking back home, when I noticed that a person on a motorcycle was coming towards me !
The way his motor-cycle was swaying, it seemed that he was still learning to ride. There was no place for me to escape and he was definitely going to hit me.
Instinctively, I put both my hands forward to save myself. Almost instantly the motorcycle hit me and a piece of the headlamp glass went through my jacket touching my wrist. I did not feel anything much, so I just took my stuff and headed back home. On reaching home, I told my father about what had happened. My father checked my hand and…we both were shocked to see that my wrist had a cut so deep that the bone inside was showing. The flesh could be lifted off like a flap and all the nerves of the area were also cut. Gurudev’s “Kada” was right there, on my wrist.
What was more surprising was, that NOT A SINGLE DROP of blood had fallen from my wound. I had not even experienced the pain that a cut so deep usually brings. The cut was so deep, that plastic surgery had to be performed on it, but today my hand is perfectly normal. There is just a very small line on my wrist reminding me of that day and the greatness of my Gurudev.