Five weeks back, in a crowded market, I had been shoved against the traffic and had got burnt by the exhaust pipe of a motocycle. Home treated for a couple of days, the pain from the burn had been almost unbearable. For weeks, I lived with the pain. For weeks I was paranoid about someone hitting against me and opening up the wound. For weeks, I had to wear clothes that kept the wound exposed.
The wound has now healed. All that is left is a rather ugly scar. But the sight of a motorcycle still fills me with fear.