Audio book - Arunima sinha
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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This is an audio book. Born again on the mountain, Arua Sinha, Ani Masina is the first female amputee and the first Indian amputee to climb Mount Everest. She is currently setting up a free sports academy for the poor and differently abled persons. Manisha Pande is Luna Way, special correspondent with several years of experience in print media to countless anonymous Indians who have been in their own ways helping the needy. My being alive is proof that they exist to Baal and the tatas without your support and encouragement. I would never have had a chance to scale the Everest and make a new life for myself. I was lying between two rail tracks. The night seemed deadly still and I could hear my heart throw wildly. The end appeared to be just another train away. Trains, thunder passed Ely close to me. I could hear their angry hiss, smell, the stink of human waste that got thrown from moving trains near me and feel the sparks of the wheels against the iron railroad. Here, I was lying on the gravel filled tracked side space, shivering with cold and fear, clutching two stones tightly to control the pain it seems as if I had been trashed by sledge hammer. My body was soaked in my own blood. My left leg had been run over by the train. The right was battered with numerous broken bones and severely damaged ligaments both motionless. My vision was blurred due to blood loss. Every part of my body was in agony and I could not stop crying. The pain kept getting worse until it became far too much to handle. I fainted things did not improve when I regained consciousness. If anything, the pain got even worse. Until finally, my body unable to bear the torment and became numb. Every now and then the rail tracks would tremble to indicate the thunder's arrival of yet another train. And each time a train ran past me raising the same cruel shriek. I thought to myself that I would not live to see another one. Those insensitive steel bogies seemed to be mocking my helpless state. Thankfully, unlike my body, my mind was still active. Do not let your arms and limbs fall on the tracks, control yourself from falling over my family, especially my father, a proud army man had taught me to try till the last. So I tried someone help please. I scream less in hope more to shout the fear away. I doubt if anyone heard me continuous blood loss mean my body's energy results were depleting fast. Soon, my scream had turned to whimpers anyway, who would be there in the dead of night in the middle of nowhere to hear or maybe care to hear such calls in this suspicious and selfish age. It requires great strength of character to respond or even think of responding to call for help at such an unearthly hour. How would I responded to calls for help in similar settings? But this was hardly the time or place for philosophical musings. My thoughts were interrupted by things moving on my body. I remember to my horror that rodents do not require an in, especially on rail tracks. They were all over me. Quickly, some of them perhaps taking me to be dead, began probing me with the more adventurous ones even attempting to fish on my flesh. I was powerless to stop them, unable to move my hands and legs. They nibbled along nervously at first and then finding no resistance. The bigger rats started pouncing all over my body, making small spooky squeaks, hush hush. I tried to scare them away, but they were hardened creatures too busy to take notice of my hollow threads. This carried all over my body until the tracks began to tremble again. That was an indication for me and him too about the arrival of yet another train. I knew the slimy creature would vanish temporarily only to reappear after the train was gone every now and then tears rolled from my eyes, but even crying felt tiring. I wondered if my tears had left a dirty trail on my cheeks just as they used to. When, as a kid, I got trashed by my parents for being cheeky back then trashing came with rewards like etcetera. My mind had become cocktail of emotions as the rail tracks tremble again. I shuddered. Would this be my last? I tighten my grip over the stones. A minute later, I let out a sigh of relief. This train too like 48 before it had spared me. I was still breathing. Indeed. I thought there was some power that wanted me to breathe, to fight and to win. I could still feel the gold chain around my neck. And strangely enough, staring at stars. I managed to smile.