Me: I am a weird guy. You: Well, who isn't weird? Me: True enough, but I am a bit more weird. You: Alright, go on, tell me your story. Me: I met with a life-threatening road accident. You: So what, several do, even I did. Me: I was in a 23-day comatose state. You: That's interesting, what had happened? Me: I was hit by this idiot on the highway. You: Who was at mistake - you or him? Me: Both, I was over-speeding and he turned without any indication. You: What was your approximate speed that day? Me: Around 90, it's a highway, you can't expect me to drag my bike below that speed. You: Alright, but in the end your life went off the track. Me: My fourth semester exams were going to be held 10 days later, I was made to shift my college due to circumstances. You: That means you're at loss in the end, what happened to the other biker? Me: A good man took me to the hospital and noted the other bike's registration number. You: You are still at loss. Me: Yes and no. I have accepted that the accident had happened. You: What happened with your studies? Me: I started life again at the new college sans any older friends but I have performed what they term 'miraculous' as I cleared 10 examinations at a go instead of the regular 5 examinations to end a semester. You: Very good, but be careful now on. (Admiring me inside)
This is not a poem, merely an example of how people who are talking to me react if they come to know about the accident.