Yesterday (Aug 4th) was my happy birthday. If you’re wondering why I am declaring this akin to an excited kid, here’s my story. Because this was not just a regular ‘happy birthday’ but a hoppy birthday as well. I’ve fractured my left ankle and have been hopping around on one leg. That’s why. It’s been a happy (laughter-filled) one despite all the hopping only because of a couple of smart and entertaining kids nearabouts me. Sample this.
Kid 1: What is your worst dream?
Me: I don’t get dreams
Kid 1: I think you’re concentrating too much on your fracture because of which your dreams are getting fractured
Kid 2: Can you get up and hop to the kitchen?
Me: No, The doctor has asked me to not try any such things for a few days
Kid 2: <Points to a poster in my room that reads “All power is within you. You can do anything and everything. Believe in that.” – Swami Vivekananda> Then what is this for?
Me: Opened my mouth only to shut it the next moment. I know it when I am defeated.
It’s annoying to be confined to one’s bed even on normal days, leave alone one’s birthday. But wishes from friends who really care makes a world of difference. Love certainly makes the world go round. It makes everything seem just a hop, jump and skip away. Pun intentional. ;)