And here we go, it had to happen, we tell you, we repeat you all the time, you have to stop playing brutally. You never listen and now, one fractured wrist, 5 weeks of plaster.
And no Zahid, you don't bargain with the doctor about the 5 weeks.
Here is the moral Zahid understood from this story: "Sirrrr, a plaster, it's like playing the doctor except that it hurts and it lasts too long".
Absolutely, young Jedi.
And it's precisely 5 weeks later that Zahid, restored, climbs on the terrace to administer various care plans to a very very cooperative Sameer!