The room blurred , whirled and darkened . I remember alarmed looks and some one screaming . I had fallen face first , and hit my nose on the hard ground . When I came to , a kind person was fanning me with her notebook and I was terribly nauseated . My head was aching , nose had bled a little and stopped ,on its own, as if ashamed . Some one forced a toffee in my mouth. I sucked on it and it felt good. That incident changed me forever. I was inducted into the college hall of shame , as a “fainter”.
It didn’t help that in the past , I had always laughed at people who swooned , fainted and displayed any such symptoms of feminine weaknesses. I had thought , erroneously of course , that I was above such “nonsense”.
What I didn’t realize was, my being a potential candidate for diabetes. I was just plain hypoglycaemic . I distinctly recollect drinking a cup of sweetened hot tea, which had instantly restored me .
