I realize it's been weeks since I wrote but life has been throwing too many lemons to catch on. After almost 3 weeks we managed to get rid of the flu and decided to throw a Diwali party at home. I love celebrating every festival because it gives us a chance to enjoy the togetherness of a community. It's such a positive experience and I am adamant that Ichu gets to experience and soak in all these festivities and warmth.

We had visited my parents' place last week and we were on our way back home. It was past 9:30 pm and Ichu was breastfeeding when our car crashed into a tempo traveller that was parked on the container road. Momo had seat belt on and Ichu and myself were seated behind, but without the seat belt on. As we crashed my instant reaction was to cover her and thankfully I managed to keep her safe. In the mean time I hit my head, chest and left arm leaving me shivering in trauma and pain. I was immediately rushed to hospital and Ichu saw me trembling. She was snatched from me while I was taken for scans and X-rays to check any internal damage. By God's grace I was told I have no internal injuries. I still have chest pain though but I guess that will subside soon. Ichu bawled in the emergency room like crazy for she thought I was never coming back for her. Hearing her cries hurt me more than the accident injury. She hasn't left my side since that day.

It's funny how she indicates that I am about to have a panic attack even before I know for myself. My battle with anxiety has been a long one and this time I can proudly say that I am handling it so well all because of Momo and Ichu. My parents have been with us so that I can get ample rest before we shift back to our home.

I hope to stay alive and continue writing because now that I have bounced back into my normal routine I have no time to die.

No time to die