Forewarned!

On Friday morning, I was hurrying as usual to catch the backgate open when I saw my neighbour D in the corridor, talking to her friend. I had just said Hi to her and continued when all of a sudden I just slipped and fell. It wasn't much of a fall thankfully, with only my left palm bearing the brunt of it. But D would hear none of it; she was very concerned and said I couldn't proceed without sitting and sipping some water. She said it was a bad omen and it was a must to go back home and sit for a while. I protested as much as I could and the only concession she could make was to take me to her friend's home instead. I sat there and admitted wholeheartedly that it was my fault that I walked so fast; I never started in time. It was all agreed that it was a sign of something worse that would've happened on the road. So by the time I thanked them and got out, I knew the backgate was out of my reach and I finally reached office half an hour late, walking precariously on the mini-precipice that once was a footpath on BEML road and cursing all the omens.