AND I FELL IN..........A DITCH!!!

my holiday trip to bangalore started in Jan with a BANG!!...the very first day we arrived at bangalore, mum insisted on going to church ( it's a widely accepted fact that mum's very religious)....since it's not so far away and we can reach there in 20minutes walking, i and mum walk to and from church for the daily 5:30pm mass....on this particular day we were both walking through the usual shortcut my pap often warned the both of us not to take when alone or when it's dark...it was around 6pm, and we were doing just what we were forbidden to do -walking through the shortcut in the dark.... "hey mum, i think we're walking the wrong way! i can't find the ddDAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..........!(surprisingly i was aware that i yelled out in a tune that roughly sounded like a religious hymn we sang in church that day) " CRASH! i groped around in the dark to find what i had gotten myself into and realised to my horror that i was standing (or rather trying to stand) right in the middle of a ditch. Since my hands, hips and feet had badly been hurt (uhuh! scraped it against the rough concrete sides of the ditch during the fall. Ouch!), i could think of nothing but the pain. i could see mum's dark profile above me and though i couldn't see her features properly, i knew that she was in complete agony. before mum could do something silly like jumping in to get me, i heaved myself up and sat on the side of the ditch. the effort made my head spin and all i could say was, "mum, i'm okaaaaaaaahhhh!!" i blacked out and for a moment i thought i was going to die or something. When i came by, i noticed my poor mum standing next to me, holding me with while rubbing her stomach with the other (mum always has gas trouble in her stomach when she is in a state of shock). mum somehow managed to get an auto and we reached home safely. once inside the flat, i folded up my pants a bit to have a good look at my wound and i almost vomited....a huge chunk of my flesh, just below my knee, had been scraped off and there was blood everywhere. Mum started her stomach massage again. She fussed over me for the next few minutes, applying holy oil on the wound, chanting a series of prayers and at last giving me a glass of warm milk for my broken bones and still fluttering heart. i found it difficult to forgive myself for fainting just because i fell into a ditch...well, we've all got our weak spots...