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An Accidental Realisation

TheWiTcher08

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8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.
 

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8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.
Don’t tell me that - that handwriting was with a broken hand !!! Damn my hand writing looks even worse with all the good and healthy hand !!! lol

You have wonderful cursive hand writing !!
 
8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.

Hope all good now...
 
8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.
Wow! That handwriting is so beautiful ❤️
 
Don’t tell me that - that handwriting was with a broken hand !!! Damn my hand writing looks even worse with all the good and healthy hand !!! lol
Eey no no ! This was written right after my plaster was removed :nodding:, but what i've written with the broken hand - will attach that
 

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Don’t tell me that - that handwriting was with a broken hand !!! Damn my hand writing looks even worse with all the good and healthy hand !!! lol

You have wonderful cursive hand writing !!
Aaw thanks bro, i really love to write, n even love my hand writing :heart1:
 
8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.
Schoolil pokumbol pollum pen edukathe njan ithe vazhichite, enthe thenga anneda nee ee parayane ,…:smoking: njan anne 2 bhiriyani order akiyene spotil
 
Hope all good now...
Going forward put only hand written messages... :)
Yup all good now!
Yea i do love the handwritten part rather than the digital "ms word" . So will try that !
Schoolil pokumbol pollum pen edukathe njan ithe vazhichite, enthe thenga anneda nee ee parayane ,…:smoking: njan anne 2 bhiriyani order akiyene spotil
Padikkan vittal 2 akshram okke padikkam too :facepalm: , athil valya thett onnum illa
 
Ah! Finally someone who loves writing !!! And what beautiful handwriting u have !!!

:blessing:

I love writing too!! Even today, I write my work to-do list in the diary... I draft my projects .. approaches . Everything in my diary.
When am studying something... I write...!
Yeah.. u get the idea .. hehehe

#LoveHandWritten
:highfive:
 
Ah! Finally someone who loves writing !!! And what beautiful handwriting u have !!!

:blessing:

I love writing too!! Even today, I write my work to-do list in the diary... I draft my projects .. approaches . Everything in my diary.
When am studying something... I write...!
Yeah.. u get the idea .. hehehe

#LoveHandWritten
:highfive:
Aaaw , thank you so much!
Same here too!
N happy to know there is someone with similar interests :heart1:
 
8th March 2025,
Dear diary,
February 8th - The day of accident.
Being a hardcore bike lover (speed as well), getting into accidents were not at all something new for me. But this time, it was different for the first time I got a fracture. My right-hand palm was fractured & resulted in getting plastered for a whole month.
Things changed suddenly, I did not know what was happening or why I was getting worried, irritated, or even frustrated so easily or over very small things. All those unpleasant emotions were rushing down on me. Finally, I realised that the fact that am unable to write [PS - "not literature / metaphor", that is not my forte] was the main culprit behind my unusual behaviour.
So, l tried, tried to write with left hand, as well as the fractured hand. Upon looking at how of turned out I started missing the way used to write & that was even more disturbing. And a whole month passed as such.
And today, finally my plaster was removed & the first thing I have done – took a pen & paper & scribbled down whatever rushed into my mind. The happiness or rather the satisfaction was so immense & cannot be expressed over words.
That one month made me realise how much I loved writing & how much I loved my handwriting. And this realisation made me pen down my thoughts right now.
Moral – At times the realisation of how much we love something or someone comes only after you lose the grip. And that is going to hit you real hard.



Happy That Yu Recovered..!
Left Hand Writing Is Nive Bruhh...
:)
 
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