My mother on the left, sobbing; my brother giving her assurance of my well being; a fruit basket on the right; and handful of well wishers from school on either side- this is what I had wanted to see upon opening my eyes. That was not to be. To my shock I saw two uniforms. One was a green shade of khaki and the other a starched white. I tried focusing but to no effect, their faces were not recognizable.
Keshav: He is awake! (I recognized the voice)
White Uniform: Let me see. Hmm I can’t measure the mental trauma, otherwise he looks fine. Let me just clean the wounds.
Akshay: Thank god! You are alright.
With divine intervention I was finally able to see. The person in white was actually a nurse. Unfortunately my sensory abilities had not returned completely. I had been searching for an expression of motherly kindness on her face. But all I could make out was a nose. Or shall I say I was interested only in the nose. This was a nose which degraded my life to catastrophic depths. It was a nose without nostrils, a rather annoying site.
The man in khaki turned out to be a forest official. He asked my friends a few questions.
Forest Official: Shall I interrogate him? (Pointing towards me, he asked the nurse.)
Nurse: Only if you must. Although let me tell you that he is not in his senses completely.
7 Ways Through Sunday 
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