In our culture, we used to observe the 40th day of dead persons as a memorial day

On the 40th day of my father’s death, a memorial service was organized at our home from 10:00 a.m. to 12:00 p.m. At the same time, I had scheduled my class in my tuition center at 2:00 p.m. on the same day. My plan was to teach my students at my tuition center in the afternoon right after the memorial service was over. We had invited a Church Paster to conduct the memorial service. But the Paster was an hour late to the service as he had to attend another funeral ceremony on the same day. So the memorial service was delayed by an hour and began at 11:00 a.m. As it started an hour late, the meeting took a little longer to get over. The memorial service ended around 1:00 p.m. But I had to be at my tuition center to teach my students at 2:00 p.m. Meanwhile, I had to eat my lunch. As it was already late to start from my home, I ate lunch quickly in a hurry and rushed to my tuition center on my motorbike. As I was in a hurry I drove my motorbike faster in order to reach my center on time. But unfortunately, due to my speed driving, I slipped at one of the turnings of the road and fell down on the road with the motorbike. Not only my motorbike was collapsed but also I was injured severely on my both legs and arms and with some scratches on my face. There was a little crack on my left arm-shoulder bone as well. As it was bleeding on my legs, arms, and face, I was taken by some strangers on the road to the Government hospital in our town right away. I was given first-aid at the emergency ward in the hospital and given medication for the wounds. Actually, the nurses and the lab technicians in the Government hospital by whom I was treated were my former students who graduated from my IDK Educational Institution. They were undergoing the internship-training at the government hospital at that time. As they recognized me as their teacher, they treated me with much more care and after all the first-aid treatments were over, all of my students in the hospital sent off me home by a hired taxi. That was an unforgettable incident that can not be forgotten in my life. As I had to stay at home for a month for recovery, I had to miss my tuition class and the classes at school as well. So I replaced one of my friends Mr. Mani, (Mobile Number & WhatsApp: +91-9042695123) a Mathematics teacher to teach my students at my tuition center for a month until I recovered. Still, the scar of my wounds can be seen on my legs and my arms.