dene waala jab bhi deta deta chappad phaad ke...
those that read some of my recent posts would have seen,i was normalizing.fast.somewhere the seed of hope had germinated,maybe just maybe with a little luck u may catch up.
Then it happened.smooth as silk.Dad went for a routine orthopedic check at ten,he was in an ambulance to a cardio-speciality hospital by twelve,being tested and in CT scan in the afternoon and in the Critical Care Unit by 5 pm.
what do you make of it?
like some heat seeking missile i cant shake off this superb luck of mine is scheming and more or less ensuring i dont touch the books at all this year!
i would laugh if i hear someone say i am frustrated.Thats like level one,and i am on the zillionth floor now.
I dont know where we get the energy to carry on in times of adversity.I do have some left.Though hope seems bleak,like a two watt bulb in low voltage,i know this situation too
will have to be faced.
surgery and follow up will take a week,and i have that much time reduced from study time.
what i will do,i dont know.
when i do,i will post it too.
and as for the mirage,it was good while it lasted.
i am learning ti respect that word 'Normal" more and more...
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