#nuh

guys im playing degrees of lewdity

guys I NEED CORRUPTED SYDNEY CONTENT

हरियाणा के Nuh जिले से एक बेहद दुखद और चिंताजनक घटना सामने आई है। सोशल मीडिया के लिए रील बनाने का शौक एक 19 वर्षीय युवक की जान पर भारी पड़ गया। शनिवार को दिल्ली-मुंबई एक्सप्रेस-वे पर रील शूट करते समय तेज रफ्तार कैंटर की टक्कर से मोइन नाम के युवक की मौके पर ही मौत हो गई। यह हादसा न सिर्फ उसके परिवार के लिए बल्कि पूरे इलाके के लिए एक बड़ा झटका बन गया है। साथ ही यह घटना युवाओं के लिए एक गंभीर…

Slept past my alarm this morning. I’ve been so, so tired these past few days, and I would have to loved to keep sleeping, but it’s a work-from-home day and I’ve got work to do.

For lunch I warmed up the potatoes and beans I cooked on Sunday in the microwave, and added a bit of kimchi for taste. I ate my lunch while watching a Cinema Therapy video on You’ve Got Mail. I've never watched the movie before. It's about a small bookshop owner who both detests and is in love with the same man - but she doesn’t know it. She detests the real-life, public version of him, who is the representative of a conglomerate  trying to drive her bookshop out of business, and is in love with his private online persona, a sweet and sensitive man with whom she corresponds (hence the movie title). At each extreme, she knows only a part of the man, and extrapolates for the parts she does not know. I guess we are all like that. We only ever know one side of people, but still we divide them into good and bad camps, ignoring the reality that people come in shades of grey.

Rushed through the rest of my work in the afternoon to finish right on time at six o’clock, so I can go for parkour practice. Ben and Solomon were at the park today. Their presence spurred me to take high swings on the lache I've been working on. I also successfully landed the big precision jump I had been working on since the start of the year, the one from the grey wall to the big black box. One time, two times, thre—

Nope.

My left foot slipped. My shin crashed into the edge. Uh-oh, I thought. UH-OH...when I actually saw the wound. It was nasty. Nastier than any wound I'd ever sustained. I know that because I could see the slimy flesh and bone quivering beneath the skin.

The boys came to my rescue. Solomon pulled out his first aid kit. Ben pulled out his phone. "SHIZZZZ!" He took a video, featuring a close-up of the wound, a close-up of my grinning face (because that's what you do when you get injured, you plaster a ridiculous grin on your face), a closeup of the reactions of the two young boys who had edged their way over to check out the buzz. Then, we all had a group photo before I limped away. A truly Kodak moment.

The clinic doctor gave me an local anaesthesia shot and palpated the wound. The thought crossed my mind that he was touching my raw flesh and bone with his fingers, and I could only imagine what I'd be feeling right that instant if it wasn't for the anaesthesia. I had to look away. I didn't want my brain to remember this. I was afraid I'd never dare to do parkour again if I remembered.

He frowned. "I can feel a little crack on the shin bone. Might be an open fracture. I hope I'm wrong, but you need to go to the hospital to get an X-ray.”