On 28th February, I met with an accident while going
to office. I was behind a car and approaching a traffic signal when it was
yellow and about to turn red. I was slowing down. My bike was still just behind
the car. When speed of my bike had reached almost 15 km/h, suddenly
for a second--just for a second-- my mind went blank, I don't know why;
probably I was too exhausted. I didn't know when my bike hit the car from
behind and I fell down on my right side on the road with my bike. Just before a
second I was on my bike, but now, the bike was on me. The traffic had come to a
halt; probably the light had turned red. Luckily the helmet was on my head. I
looked around. A biker, who was ahead of the car, dismounted and came to me. He
helped me and my bike to get up. I noticed that I had hit the back-light of the
car and it was smashed. Nobody got down from the car. The biker helped me to
take my bike to the footpath. I took out my helmet and uttered 'thank you'. But
he was not there to listen to me. He was back to his bike; the red light was
about to turn green.
I felt pain in my whole body. Little finger of my left hand was
split vertically up to distal interphalangeal joint and blood was pouring out.
I wanted to go to hospital immediately, but I couldn't see any around. An auto
rickshawwala told that there was a small clinic in the market nearby and he
could take me there. I left my bike there on the footpath and went into auto.
He dropped me near a small clinic. I asked him for the fare, but he refused to
take. I was surprised at his philanthropic behavior. I had money and I was not
unconscious, still he denied. I thanked him and went to the clinic. There, a
person did the first aid, dressed my wound and suggested me to go to a hospital
as my finger needed to be stitched. I thanked him and took out my purse. He
refused to take any money. Again, I was surprised. Anyway, I went to my bike,
my bike was still there, nobody had stolen it, police hadn't towed it away. I
rode again and went to my office. Office was not very far from there and there
was a big hospital near my office. I was all alone in Delhi; I thought anybody
in my office could help me in case I needed. I went to my office first, and
then to the hospital. Doctor got my finger x-rayed and discovered that it was
fractured. They stitched it, plastered it and recommended medicines to take for
15 days. I had to take leave that day. But, next day I was back to my
office.
My little finger 6 hours after the accident
On 18th Day, stitch has been just removed
