Hop. Skip. Jump.
Hop. Skip. Trip.
The former is how people go through different phases in their life. They jump over any hurdles that may be seen along the way and move on. The latter, needless to say, is me.
The present phase is good. It’s been a bumpy ride but hey! When you look back at all the by-gone days you realize that it wasn’t so bad after all. Then why on earth do we crib so much about the present? I did a number of things for my so-called loved ones. Some gestures were taken in the right spirit, while a few left me wondering why did I need to do it in the first place? But, last evening, I realized one thing.
I paid a visit to my junior after nine years. He was right there in front of my eyes, lying on the bed- right leg and left hand, both wrapped in a thick cast. This was not what I had imagined, if at all, about how we would say hello post school but this is how life works. He was unaware that the fatal bike accident had left him a widower. According to him, his wife was unconscious in another room. At 24, you never wish such a bad experience even for your worst off enemies. I had a good cry outside the Orthopaedic Ward. That was the evening I understood myself. Caring (in a motherly way may be) is how I’ve always been. If the person behind the thought gets the right message then what other people think or say shouldn’t matter to me. I’d rather do what I feel is right than never to have done it at all. The times I have done something for someone, it has come out of concern for that being. Not otherwise. Most times the same people choose to ignore what has been done for them and focus on a completely negative aspect. Well, so long as I can live with myself without any regrets that is what matters.
“My hands are small I know but they’re not yours, they are my own”
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