Valentine Week Special

So, there is this new kid at work. She is around 21, fresh out of college but is still in college in her head.
She apparently doesn't know that I am a Mrs for more than a year now, so during lunch she asks me "What are you doing for the Valentine week? Am sure you must be dating someone"

With mouthful of food and in no position to reply, I just nod
And she goes on
"First its is Rose day, I have to buy a pink rose, I don't want  to be too obvious. I hope I get a red
Then its Propose day, I hope he knows that, I am so excited
Then I expect him to buy me a Ferrero Rocher on Chocolate Day
And I have seen this but brown teddy in the mall, I will take him there on Teddy Day
Then I will promise to never ever ever leave him on Promise Day
Oh my God & I will properly hug him on Hug Day
Then na, eeeeeee, we will kiss on Kiss day yaay
Then its Valentines Day. I have got a new red dress. I am sure he will love it."

I am like What? Do people even follow this crap so seriously?

Then I interpret in the crudest manner possible

1st he gives you rose & pataos you
Then he proposes you
Then he feeds you chocolates & gives you teddies gifts to pamper yo
Then he fakes a "I will never leave you baby, plomish"
Then he gets his chance, he kisses you
Then kiss turns into something and you guys get laid on Valentine's Day.

I think I interpreted it well. I am not sure why she had that pissed off look on her all day after lunch?

Wow: I have a hand

I met with an semi fatal accident in 2006.

I was semi conscious on the road, I knew something went wrong. But at that moment I didn't know what has happened,or what's going on around me.

I remember some people's voices, I remember being lifted.

When I regained my senses, I saw a blank ceiling, green curtains moving slightly.
I hear the doctor taking to my father.

I vividly remember what he said "her right hand, it's gone"
I couldn't see my father's expression. But I could taste my own tears, my voice died in my throat, my senses went dry.

They had to do 3 consecutive emergency surgeries  to save whatever is left of my hand and for that they couldn't put any anesthesia for some reason.

I wanted to see what's going on, but the doctors held my face away and did not let me see anything. I was in a very dazed state to fathom anything that is going on there.

I remember asking the doctor "Do I have a hand?"
A few seconds of absolutely breathlessness, until the doctor said "yes , you do?"

I started weeping, tears of happiness.

I was wheeled out of the OT, I remember hugging my plastered right hand to my chest and chanting just one dialog to everyone who was ready to hear "I have a hand, Guys! I have a hand"

Its the true story of my right hand, I went through 19 surgeries from 2006 to 2009, I have a visible scar till now, but some moment last forever.

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