Dear diary.
I haven't written in a month...
... Because I got into a bike accident.
My right arm and a rib got damaged but thank goodness they were only cracks. I didn't get any fractures. The motor cycle took the worst of it though, as I was standing behind it.
My bike is fixed now. But I'm under debt. The wounds have been healed. I got the cast on my arm removed yesterday.
I can't help thinking that when I get out of one trouble, I fall into another. Out of the frying-pan and into the blazing fire.
Every one showed concern for a week. Then it all faded. Even Saim and my sister had better things to do.
Or maybe it was me?
Yeah. Must've been me.
I told them to not even think for a minute that I'm hurt. To carry on with work and not let me be any hindrance in that. They did as they were told.
But something inside my head says that there are three people in this world, the concern of whom would not have faded just like that.
Mother...
....father...
And her...
...I miss Azra.
-Reza
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