I have been longing since yesterday, to get my internet pack recharged so that I can get onto my writing desk and update my blog after nearly 7 months. And there's that reason for it. There's something that has tickled my brain. And there's an incident hovering in my brain.
Yesterday, I had been to a mediocre hospital to have a small word with a doctor and get myself checked up. The hospital like any other hospital smelled with phenyl compounds and all the other disinfectants that are usually used in a hospital. And the colors and environment was dull and gloomy. Off course, unless you're a doctor, you don't go to a hospital by choice. As I was waiting in the patient's waiting room, I observed all other patients. Some stared at the walls as though the world's going to end tomorrow, some just held their hand on their head like staying there is more painful than their disease, and some like me, were deep into their phones texting friends and smiling to their own self. But each one of us, trying to distract from the place where we had been: Hospital.
After some time, I saw a little chubby, fair, 3 and half feet tall, around 9 years old girl, hopping around, smiling, giggling and enjoying life. I just looked at her and I could see my childhood in her. I must have been the same. Equally adorable and cute, they called me 'Kolhapur'chi lavangi Mirchi' back then. But there was a small difference. And that small difference is actually the biggest difference.
That girl is fighting from cancer. One of the most deadliest diseases. She had lost all her hair in the chemo-therapy that she had undergone. Everyone was stunned to look at that little smiling angel. She was really my angel, my inspiration. Inspiration packed in 3 and a half feet tall pack. That made me go numb. I am sure the pain that she had gone was like any other cancer patient. But her face was glowing. All she knew was, this is the day and that is all she has. She had to make the most of it. Kids teach us a lot. they teach us how to live. How little to complain about and how much more to treat the gift of life as a blessing.
I don't know why we all are trying to fit ourselves into something. When we all are so simple, sober and beautiful at heart. It's the environment around us that makes us jealous, angry, and sad. Something that isn't there at all within us. The environment around shouldn't invade the peace deep inside us. The place within is just so beautiful. If there's heaven, it's within you.
I haven't complained to God for anything that he has done to me. I genuinely have asked for whatever I wanted, but never asked back why he didn't give me what I wanted. I have greatly believed in him and accepted the good and the bad as it came. But at one moment, I had to ask God, why SHE? But then, I realized. No other person than her could inspire many more, like she did. Everyone inside the waiting room had a change in their expression. They weren't smiling but yes they knew that their grief was too tiny. And that answered my question. God had inspired all of us there, at the cost of that little girl. A huge price had she paid to make each one of us happy of our pain. Clicking a picture of that angel didn't seem right, or else that could have inspired each one reading this post.
Yesterday, I had been to a mediocre hospital to have a small word with a doctor and get myself checked up. The hospital like any other hospital smelled with phenyl compounds and all the other disinfectants that are usually used in a hospital. And the colors and environment was dull and gloomy. Off course, unless you're a doctor, you don't go to a hospital by choice. As I was waiting in the patient's waiting room, I observed all other patients. Some stared at the walls as though the world's going to end tomorrow, some just held their hand on their head like staying there is more painful than their disease, and some like me, were deep into their phones texting friends and smiling to their own self. But each one of us, trying to distract from the place where we had been: Hospital.
After some time, I saw a little chubby, fair, 3 and half feet tall, around 9 years old girl, hopping around, smiling, giggling and enjoying life. I just looked at her and I could see my childhood in her. I must have been the same. Equally adorable and cute, they called me 'Kolhapur'chi lavangi Mirchi' back then. But there was a small difference. And that small difference is actually the biggest difference.
That girl is fighting from cancer. One of the most deadliest diseases. She had lost all her hair in the chemo-therapy that she had undergone. Everyone was stunned to look at that little smiling angel. She was really my angel, my inspiration. Inspiration packed in 3 and a half feet tall pack. That made me go numb. I am sure the pain that she had gone was like any other cancer patient. But her face was glowing. All she knew was, this is the day and that is all she has. She had to make the most of it. Kids teach us a lot. they teach us how to live. How little to complain about and how much more to treat the gift of life as a blessing.
I don't know why we all are trying to fit ourselves into something. When we all are so simple, sober and beautiful at heart. It's the environment around us that makes us jealous, angry, and sad. Something that isn't there at all within us. The environment around shouldn't invade the peace deep inside us. The place within is just so beautiful. If there's heaven, it's within you.
I haven't complained to God for anything that he has done to me. I genuinely have asked for whatever I wanted, but never asked back why he didn't give me what I wanted. I have greatly believed in him and accepted the good and the bad as it came. But at one moment, I had to ask God, why SHE? But then, I realized. No other person than her could inspire many more, like she did. Everyone inside the waiting room had a change in their expression. They weren't smiling but yes they knew that their grief was too tiny. And that answered my question. God had inspired all of us there, at the cost of that little girl. A huge price had she paid to make each one of us happy of our pain. Clicking a picture of that angel didn't seem right, or else that could have inspired each one reading this post.
