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.
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.