From Me To You: A Tale Untold

Ibrahim

22nd April,'19

Dear Diary, 

I'm was so scared. Today a tourist apparently manhandled me when I was showing him the Dal Lake. We were walking on the pavement along the ghats;  I was talking and explaining about the seaweed found in the lake and the precautionary steps the local government was taking to contain the seaweed menace.

While strolling, we chanced upon a man selling walnuts on the sidewalk. He was giving them away at a wholesale price. I checked the walnuts--they were big, with a thin shell, and a slight pressure and the shell easily yielded open with a slight crack. (Makes a slight whistle) I loved tasting them. They were so good. 

We(the man and me) started bargaining about the price which was a tag high at 500/kg. I offered to buy ten kilos at 150/kg and the seller wasn't ready to sell them at such a low price. He asked for 300/kg which looked reasonable enough.

Eager to bring down the price more by 50 rupees(and earn an extra 50 in the process) I proposed the local ongoing rate of 250/kg with an on-the-spot down payment of 2500 rupees .

My client wasn't satisfied with the 250 price tag and wanted to reduce the anount. When I politely explained that it was a fair price, he ignorned me abd  started haggling with the dealer which with the use of foul language worsened. I was forced to intervene and eventually side with the local out of a sense of justice.

Enraged, my client abused, punched me with his fists and then manhandled me to the ground.

Which resulted in a broken nose, small cuts and bruises on my face,  and a small fracture on my left shoulder. It's not a fracture, if the doctor's opinion is to be believed.

In medical terms, they call it a "Just a tiny slight hairline crack across the clavicle" or collarbone(as we call it).

Despite my pain, I was giggling at the 'just' and 'tiny' words used. The pain incurred wouldn't be called tiny in any aspect. It hurts. Like anything. I can't even typr properly, to e honest.

See?

I really can't type... The pain is s-so bad and I think it will get worse as the night progresses. I think sleep will be a luxury today.

Didn't tell Abba anything extra. Only the fact that I was involved in an altercation between the tourist and our local. He'd get worried knowing that I was injured so badly. Abba isn't feeling well these days. 

I made sure that he wouldn't know. The doctor cleaned up my wounds and I applied Amayra's concealer on to cover my wounds. 

Have to wake up tomorrow. Till we meet again.