Or getting a call from the creche where you left your two year old, a stranger's call, a call informing you that your daughter fell down and cut her chin and the bleeding stopped but she is sleeping now and they don't know what to do and can you come as soon as possible and you don't even know who the fuck is calling and all you want to do is to slam the phone down and run like a hare, run to her, run and be by her side?
Nothing major, thankfully. She was pushed by some snot-nosed kid onto the steps where she fell and cut her chin. Sindha and I took her to Manipal Hospital, where they put in four stitches and covered her chin in gauze bandages.
The kid is taking it pretty well, everything considered. She even thanked the doctor on the way out. Tomorrow might be hell though, I suspect. I'm taking the day off anyway.
And the lady who called? I still don't clearly know who she was. She told me "my sister is alone at the creche". I said,"so who am I talking to?". She kept quiet for a few seconds and said "I am her sister's sister". Ah, of course.
