Before I knew, I slipped, was airborne & although I managed to keep the camera up & safe in my left hand, truly befitting a retired cricketer, I had twisted & landed on my right cheekbone. Thud! The lights went out for a few seconds. It felt like a vicious Left Upper Cut of Neha, the Boxer. I heard the Referee count till six before I staggered on my knees. The new Oakley's, now broken & separated, dangled on my ears. I could feel the warmth of blood oozing out from the gash. I could sense the numbness before the pain seared through my teeth. I thought of applying ice to reduce reduce the edema & wondered if that would indeed be the right course of action upon hitting the ice?
Kalpesh Jain, told me I looked ok..... like a watermelon! Any fellow trekker who publishes my swollen face picture on the web, will be seriously sued for defamation by my lawyer! :-)
Aaaaargh! You'll never forget your first fall on Chadar!