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.
