The 12 Hours I Still Can't Remember

So the story goes like this. In 2015 I had a job at Soneri Bank, Shahdadpur. During this time I got an online research job, which I had to go to Hyderabad to complete.

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So I made a plan: do my Friday duty, take leave half an hour early from Aamir bhai, and leave on my bike.

For a slow guy like me it’s about an hour and a half, but on the way the bike’s petrol pipe broke and all the fuel leaked out.

Some people helped me on the way. Anyway, I left at 5:30 and reached my destination around 8 or 8:30.

As soon as I reached the place where I was staying, I let my family know and went into the shower. After that, when I opened my eyes in the morning, there was one mobile under my pillow (by the way, at that time I had 2 or 3 mobiles for work), no bike key, and a very bad headache.

Nothing made sense

There were some medicines on the table too. I thought of making a call and saw that my last call was with a dear friend, and I couldn’t remember what I had talked to him about, or when.

Anyway, I called Farooq bhai again, and as soon as he picked up, he asked:

Abay, did you remember anything, or are you still the same?

As far as I can guess, I probably fell during the shower and hurt my head. I called home and kept saying strange things, and when my friends came to take me to the doctor, I kept talking who knows what nonsense with them the whole night too.

When I ask my family and friends, they say just forget it, don’t ask.

I can’t remember those 12 hours anyway, that’s the whole problem.