A hug ..

June 2nd, 1991: My summer vacation was going on and I was at my eldest Mamaji's place that day. (Mamaji is my Mom's brother). It was a rainy day and Mamaji had decided to take us to Nagaon where my maternal grandparents were living. It was li'l more than 2 hours car travel from Guwahati. One of my Mom's cousin was also with us and it became a big group: Mamaji, Mamiji, 3 cousins, me and my Mummy's cousin.
We started our journey after having breakfast and right now I cannot recollect what time it was, it was really long time back. On our way we witnessed heavy rains and weather was amazing. On the back seat we were squeezed in together and we were playing Antakshri.
After we covered half of our journey, we noticed a road blockage and on inquiring, we knew that one of the Assam politician had died in car accident. we all became quiet and were simply wondering on the uncertainties of life, though we were too young to go deep into the topic but yet in our own way we had discussed it.
To change the topic and mood, Mamaji stopped car for a tea break. Little after resuming the journey, we noticed that suddenly the car was going left instead of running straight on the road. Mamaji tried his best but became worried on seeing a small lake on the left side of the road. He noticed a lamp post and thought of taking its impact to make the car stop as he doubted the brake of front left Tyre was not working. 
and he tried it out, the car came to halt and we felt a big jolt. It was a village area, and all the nearby villagers came running towards us. I was trembling and missing Mummy-Papa a lot that time. I do not remember exactly how they pulled us out because the doors were jammed and windows were closed as it was raining.


After coming out, we noticed that the lamp post had broken and fell on the car roof, the car was stuck on the slope toward the small lake and the back seat got broke and we had slipped down, Mamiji and youngest cousin in the front seat were bruised a little by the dashboard, my eldest cousin got a little cut on her head and a line of blood was running through her face. I got some scratches on my right elbow, but I was trembling and started crying. May be the fear of death or may be being faraway from Parents.
The Village lady had held me tightly in her arms making me feel so cosy, her hug was soothing that it helped me a lot, and I felt relaxed.
The villagers took us to a health centre nearby and we got the first aid. Later on we came to know that they did not accepted money from Mamaji, rather they were interested in the loose Mangoes we had in the car dickey and few pairs of sandals. Simplicity personified, Mamaji gave them the things they mentioned and we collected our bags. Later on after the police formalities were done for the insurance, we took the Public bus for reaching Nagaon. My grand parents were lot relieved to see us and we got lots of pampering after reaching there.
This incidence is very old, I was around 10-11 years that time but whenever I feel upset and sad-hearted this incidence comes to my mind and that Lady's hug fills me with warmth and solace I need.
Sometime, more than words, just a hug matters !!