I think I was born on a moonless night of Friday, the 13 exactly when a black cat crossed the door outside the labor room number 21 breaking a mirror and spilling the milk on the floor and when I was being taken to my ward wrapped in a black blanket, there was a man on a triangle stair holding umbrella and we passed from underneath it.
That could be the only possible reason of me being so accident prone to EVERYDAY NORMAL THINGS.
For me, living everyday is like surviving another day in a deathly Forest full of wild animals and hidden traps at every nook and corner.
Lets begin with Monday, which was COINCIDENTALLY 13th MAY…. LMFAOOOOOO…..
Monday
I was dragging a suitcase and it slipped past my hands and fell upon my left foot. The plastic support area of the suitcase when right on my thumb tearing apart my skin and making a little bloody mess. Continue reading