A Not So Typical Afternoon
Around half-past one in the afternoon, my mother pulled me into the house. She lifted me up slowly with all her strength; yes, I am heavy. She made me sit at the nearest chair. She rushed to the kitchen, and when she returned after a couple of minutes, her hand had a glass of chilled water - much required for a hot and humid outdoor. "How did all this happen? There are bruises on your legs, knees, arm, and even shoulder! Did you get into a fight with someone? I don't think you would do something like that. Just tell me, tell me what happened!" she was confused, shocked, and above all worried. I had not reserved any energy to talk and had exhausted everything on the way back cycling. I simply lifted my index finger and pointed to the television. She understood something serious or sinister had happened and switched on a local news channel. "There was a blast? A blast in the petrol pump near Governor House? (A brief pause) That looks intense! Thank God you didn't s...