The Fall

Right now, I am sitting in my room in front of my computer. Its a daily affair and there is nothing special about it. I am sitting on my regular chair, which my mother has named The Hot Seat. What's aberrant is that I have another chair in front of me, on whose upper cushioned-surface, I am resting my right foot, whose ankle is embraced by an ankle-brace.
Well, a silly introduction to express my helplessness because of my injured feet. It hurts, though the pain has abated and at least, unlike last evening, I can walk without resting on my father's shoulder.
I think I must scribble down how it actually took place. It was exactly the place, where the Lower Rowdon Street meets APC Road. I was returning home from the Lafarge centre, peacefully increasing Kolkata's atmospheric pollution. I was walking with two friends, one among them was searching for Lower Rowdon Street. Its a shame that all 4 of us are Kolkatans by birth, and are equally ignorant about its whereabouts. After much interrogation and conversations with equally knowledged roadside sellers, we found our destination.
Now, just as I was stepping down from the about-a-foot-high footpath, something happened. I misstepped on a loose stone block lying on the road, and sprained my leg. After a few fractional seconds of free fall, i found myself on my knees and palms. All my limbs got abrasions. I tried to stand up; ouch!!! That did hurt. I could not stand on my right feet, as it was sprained. With the help of my friends, I got up, somehow crossed the roads and took a taxi to home.
An evening full of pain followed. My father feared a minor fracture in ankle, but as things have improved today, I must consider myself most lucky. Still, I must take a couple of days off for total recovery. Till then, I am busy watching movies, downloading and orkutting.