Diya Patel
@diyapatel264 · 3:01
I got 13 stitches and I don’t remember it?!
It was only a few minutes after this that the accident occurred. Motherly intuition, maybe. I can imagine. It must have been a pretty gruesome site with all that blood and my tiny head cut in half. Also, it was a holiday either because it was a Sunday, which is a weekend in India, or it was some festive holiday. Either way, this meant that many clinics and hospitals were closed, so finding a doctor to stitch my broken head was difficult