The obnoxious sound of hot water gushing from the geyser into the bucket placed below it woke me up. My unpredictable doesn’t-know-when-to-sleep-doesn’t-know-when-to-rise roommate had just decided to take a bath, at 7 am on a Sunday. My sleepy eyes shifted to my bandaged leg, much dirtier but much less swollen than it had been ten days ago. The memories of the most excruciating ten days of my life flashed before my eyes. Scornful “friends”, non co-operative roommates, those walks of pain, limping my way to college, that life of dependence... It all ends today. Today was the day I bade adieu to those ugly stitches. The stitches that I dutifully bandaged every two days, the stitches that left me sleepless for ten nights, the stitches that made me lie to my parents about me being OK, the stitches that could have been avoided after all. I forced myself back to sleep, but couldn’t evade the thoughts that began flowing in mechanically. I remembered looking at my foo