Prisha Khimavat

living life one word at a time.


For me, poetry isn’t simply expression, but rather the method in which to collect myself and piece me back together; my poetry is an amalgamation of who I’ve been, who I am and who I might become.

Two Truths and A Lie

This is part of a writing challenge. Click here to read more about it.

For today’s post, I wanted to try something a little more light-hearted and hopefully still entertaining: Two Truths and a Lie (as well as the stories behind them.)

So, here’s three statements, see if you can spot the lie:

  1. I have had every finger (even my thumbs) slammed in a door or drawer.
  2. I’ve read the entire Harry Potter series six times.
  3. I wrote a final exam a mere hour after being in a horrible car accident.

In my eighteen years, there have been many times that I have slammed my fingers in doors. There was a time when I was resting my hand on the edge of a doorway by a river and a huge gust blew by slamming the door shut and in turn causing a hairline fracture on the ring finger of my right hand. Needless to say, it was extremely unpleasant. Another time, I was once again resting my hand on the edge of a doorway (I really need to refrain from doing that!). This doorway was of a bathroom in my fourth-grade classroom. I was captured by the riveting game of cricket being played with notebooks and erasers by my classmates, that I paid no attention to the placement of my hands.

Before I knew it, a friend went inside to use the bathroom, tried to shut the door, catching my fingers with it. My voice disappeared as the tears rolled down my face. My friend, unsure as to why the bathroom door wasn’t shutting came out to see what was going on and found me crying in pain. We went down to the nurse and discovered that the nail on my ring finger on my right had had completely come off. A trip to the doctors, and many many weeks later, my nail regrew! And if I’m being completely honest, it’s now my favorite nail, and yes, that is a thing. There were many other times, I injured my fingers at the hands of doors and drawers, so the first statement is TRUE. All my fingers have been slammed in doors.

The second statement is FALSE. I have not read the entire Harry Potter series six times. That is so lame, who would read the same series six time? Who has that much free time? Oh, wait. It totally slipped my mind. I’ve read the entire series nine times and I’m currently reading it for the tenth time. If I’m not the embodiment of dedication, I don’t know who is.

That leads us to the last statement which is evidently TRUE, as stated by the premise of this game, that there are two truths and just one lie. This took place on October 13th, 2009, my fourth-grade year. My friend, Khushi, and I were on our way to school. It was an ungodly hour in the morning and we had our Hindi final that day. Having studied thoroughly the past many days, we decided to take a nap. We both took off our respective glasses and closed our eyes. Though I can’t speak for her, while I was on the precipice of falling asleep, I felt a jerk and my eyes flew open. Our car had hit the side of the expressway and started spinning. Once. Bam. Hit the side again. Spin. Twice. Bam. Another hit. The bumper of the car now in the middle of the expressway, glass flying around. My mind was confused and unable to take in what was happening. Finally, it stopped and Khushi and I just stared at each other. She was injured on her face, and not a single sound escaped her lips. I had a tiny scratch on my foot and wouldn’t stop crying. It was ironic that the one who was more severely injured was consoling the one who got by with a bare scrape.

We were rushed out of the car, and as we stood on the side of the expressway, already having talked to our parents. They said they would come to pick us up. But as we stood there, a van slowed down in front of us, and we saw a large number of familiar faces. The van that brought the faculty to school happened to pass by and recognize us. They stopped, talked to our parents and then took us to school. Seeing as we were already at school, and our parents wouldn’t be there for a while, we figured we might as well get the final over with. So, that’s the story of the day I took a final after being in a car crash. Fun fact: Khushi got 100% on the final. I lost half a point for bad handwriting, but hey, it was still a great score!

~ Prisha Khimavat ~

Duration: 37 minutes and 12 seconds

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