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Nov 2013
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.
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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