The Best CureA Story by Noor.92Hope kept her going...Friday Night:
Hello there! I am back, same as
ever, with a smile on my face and grocery in my hands. You know what, I just
love shopping whether it’s grocery items or shoes, clothes, jewelry, bags,
makeup. Just drop me at a shopping mall in the morning and you will not be able
to get a glimpse of mine till midnight. Obviously I have to go back home at
midnight, I am not a shopaholic keep that in mind, okay? I am back home now but I am feeling
a little bit offended today. You know what; I was just walking towards my home
when a man said from behind ‘hey old lady, you have dropped your bag behind
you’. I mean what the heck! Who is he to call a young blitheful woman like me
an old lady! My hair has not even turned completely white yet. I swear if that
nasty man wouldn't have taken a turn towards the corner, I would have given him
a piece of my mind, and then he must have learnt the difference between young
and old, huhh..! You know what, sometimes I feel a
bit odd when I come back home and there is no one to greet me here. The lights
are off and there is no breathing soul in the whole house instead of myself. Then
I cook my dinner, mostly pasta and sometimes I add a few side dishes which are
of my likings like homemade burger, cookies or sandwiches. At times very rarely, I yearn to
share my meal with someone whom I could tell my stories and then we could laugh
together for a long time. But what’s the use of whimpering over useless
matters. I know everyone is busy in their own lives, my few friends, well, they
got married a long time ago and now they have a huge bunch of naughty kids and
spoilt husbands to look after. I can’t blame them for not keeping in touch with
me. I have such feelings once a month
however I can tell you with 100% surety that I have no regrets from life. I
love my life. Being a maiden doesn’t bother me at all. I find myself a free
bird who can do what I love, eat what I like, go where I want. Aaaah... this
beautiful life of mine! Saturday Noon: Hi there, I am just back from my
monthly checkup. It is a good practice you know, to be aware of one’s physical
condition. Ah, I find myself so blessed whenever I think of those past days
when visiting hospital was daily routine for me. Do you want to listen to what
exactly happened at that time? Well, I had a serious car accident
while driving along with my fiancé. We were about to be married after approx.
fifteen days. After shopping for a whole day, we were coming back home when we
became the victim of hit and run accident. I lost my beloved Jack at that time
and suffered from lower body paralysis. Doctors at that time gave me no
hope. According to them, I would have to spend my whole life in wheel chair
from then onwards. But no, I am not the one who just gives up on life in a
timid way. I told my doctors that they will surely see me on my feet once again
and enjoying my life like old days. Those people didn’t believe me though; they
just had sympathetic eyes for me. Well I set aside those sympathetic feelings
and put my utmost effort in reviving myself. With the sincere efforts of my
dear physician, I started to try walking with the help of stand in just two
months after accident. At first, even my physician lost
hope that I would be able to walk properly once again, but I was different. I
knew that I must walk and I will walk. Putting my sheer efforts, I was back on
my own two feet in two years. After that, I went to meet all those downhearted
doctors who had no hopeful words to say to me. At first, they couldn’t believe
that it was that crippled Jenny standing in front of them. Once they took in
the reality, they were equally surprised and happy. Each one of them was congratulating
me whole heartedly. Yes they were good people, I do not deny that. It’s just
that they lacked hope and faith, relying wholly on facts and medicines. So that was my story, I hope you enjoyed that.
But I did not tell you the most interesting part of this tale. I still can’t
keep myself from feeling euphoria whenever it crosses my mind. Let me tell you
what it is. On the second visit to my hospital after recovery, I saw something
quite enthralling for me. I was surprised really because I was not expecting
this much from those monotonous people. Their gesture was touching for me, I
admit, and it brought tears in my eyes. As I entered the orthopedic department,
there was a poster hanging on the front wall with a smiling picture of mine and
the caption at the top said, “Hope kept her going”. Yes Sir, it was indeed hope that
made me look up to life in those times of distress when my world fell apart,
and it is still hope that make me live contentedly in all these years without
any one whom I could call my own. After all those years, I still wonder how life
would have been if Jack was alive and we were married. Would life have been
better, would I have been more happy, more contented. But then I just jerk my
head and disperse these thoughts from my mind. I know Jack would have wanted me
to live blithefully instead of lamenting over my fate. Clock can’t move
backwards, right? So, enough with all this penning down my tale and off I go to my kitchen and bake some hot chocolate cookies for the cute kids that live in an orphanage in Downtown. Every Saturday, I go to spend time with them and those cute angels just love to see me. Me too, I love to see their happy eyes and smiling faces. Spreading hope and happiness among each other, it must be the motto of our lives. So Goodbye everyone and Kopf hoch!… :)
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