Two years back I hardly knew the meaning of pain.
The three months spent in the hospital fighting for my life taught
me not only the brutalities of pain but also the harshness of life experiences.
Since landing myself into hospital, there was never a day when I
wake up without feeling pain. Sometimes it is there in my leg, sometimes in my
hips, sometimes in my neck. I hate crying as the fake pitiful expressions of
people turn me off. I keep quiet knowing that the less they know about me, the
less concerned they will pretend to be.
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