i fell down and cut my knee.quite a deep cut. the dettol burnt the wound.the blood stained my tweed skirt. i sat through mill on the floss as my socks got wet. i didnt cry. the tetanus pinched my skin,the cotton soaked the blood. i hailed the auto.it stopped at IHC. the plays that day were good.performance went fine. the claps felt good,but my knee hurt. i didnt cry. walked in at 11.my room was dark. the night was cold,so was my dinner. i looked down from the terrace-not a car on the street. no one spoke.cigarette smoke filled the air. i cried,i cried,i cried.