It has taken me two months and a week or so to begin to walk without the walker. I get to hold the hand I love to assist me in walking.
Since three days I have taken stairs, walked from small round to 3 rounds around the children play area. I have crossed a busy street, typical to Mumbai style gesturing with hand for vehicles to let us cross.
Through this journey of breaking bones, to sitting still while the healing was in process, is in process I realized the power of patience, of something supreme in you that has survived all the pain, something that stood up again like a small weed in a storm.
Since three days I have taken stairs, walked from small round to 3 rounds around the children play area. I have crossed a busy street, typical to Mumbai style gesturing with hand for vehicles to let us cross.
Through this journey of breaking bones, to sitting still while the healing was in process, is in process I realized the power of patience, of something supreme in you that has survived all the pain, something that stood up again like a small weed in a storm.
There is power that is common and runs in everything in this universe. Something that like the rising sun takes over the eternal darkness of the night, there is also something that lets you break so that you stumble, try, stumble like the blind on the uneven terrain until you walk.. Again
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