The Quiet Has A Name Now

I was walking back home, with white bandage on my left arm. I was thankful it wasn’t a fracture. A grimace reached my face as the irritating attention seeking music of the popcorn vendor pierced my eardrums. I had already taken a short-cut to avoid the noisy street. I walked faster now. I almost laughed at the futility of this injury. There are few injuries and scars you are proud of but then there are some which only remind you of your stupidity. This one definitely belonged to the latter ca...