Something in life never get away from our thoughts, the incident I am to describe here is one such thing, which created a strong dislike in me for "Salt Biscuits"
here it goes,
I remember, it was when I am studying 6th standard, one fine late morning may be around 11 AM , just the peak hour traffic on roads were settling down and we all were inside the class room of 6th "B" killing time, desparately waiting for bell .Peon came inside the class room and gave a piece of paper to the staff, mam read out "R.K you are wanted in the office room". At those time getting call from office during class hours was great news of concern. Apprehensively, I went along with the peon to office. There I saw my father speaking with my class teacher, and I got to know that there is some deimise of unknown gradmom and that we need to leave to our native immedieately.
so the plan is, I will leave homewith my dad, from there take a taxi to our native which is some 100 km away.
so I set out of school with my dad around noon. on the way home we stopped in a tea stall thinking to have some snacks, as we can't have lunch.that day or atleast, lunch on time.
me and my dad took tea with "Salt Biscuts". we are done with our snacks. we kick started our scooter from bakery and from there to reach our house which is hardly a km away, we need to cross a main road, just some 200 M away from bakery and with in 5 mins, when we were crossing the main road, all that I can hear was a Big Thud and BANG and I am falling from the scooter somewhere on the main road with my bag at my back. "!!***^&#$#$*^@%" I can't see anything , there is pain on my back, I want to shout and cry but I can't , I know there were many bruises , within a couple of minutes there is barf all around me, the nausea of salt biscuits, I can feel it inside my nose. A mini van has hit our sccoter from back .
After that I woke up in a hospital , and from then on I developed a strong avesion for "Salt Biscuits".
