It's been almost three months since I faced what might be the biggest accident of my life. I injured my spine, just a day before the Indian
Independence Day – 14th of August, 2016. The most difficult
consequence is that I can’t feel my legs; the most beautiful one, that I
understood how “everything happens for a reason.”
People all around me say that when you’re in trouble, only
those who really care about you will come to help, to make you smile, to make
you feel better. It wasn’t until this happened that I understood the true
essence of this statement. Some people also say that I’m way too mature for my
age – I’m going to be 15 – but that’s perfectly fine, especially when they use this to
praise me. I mean, who doesn’t like to be praised, right?
Around two weeks before my accident, I was in a teenager
crisis, fighting with whom I considered to be my closest friends. One reason
was they had made new friends, with whom I was very uncomfortable. Another, I
had suddenly become so dependent on my friends that I would never like to be
left alone. I guess I had just never come out of my class 9th
popularity. Last year, in class 9th , I was the General Secretary of
my school, and this had made a huge difference in my life. I was popular,
interacted with so many students and teachers at all times. Such a busy time it
was, being a part of the student council. Then came class 10. A new life, a new
world. The student council changed, and I realised how arrogant I had become. I
was shocked the day I realised that I wasn’t the same silly bugger who could
get along, company or not. In fact, friends were all that kept me going at
school. Of course, I was aware that I had become a part of a lot of gossip, but
some perfectly horrid creature in my mind just kept telling me, “They’re just
jealous of you babe! You don’t need to worry!”
Thank god, I realised at the right time what the consequence
of this could be. After that time came these two weeks, when my friends had got
over me, but unfortunately, I was a bit too late to get adjusted to all this.
Then God decided to give me a break from all this tumult in my life, and here
he put me, in my bed for a month, then sitting for another one and a half.
As the first two weeks passed by, I noticed that even though
my friends made new friends and were hanging out with them, they never really
forgot me. And those whom I wouldn’t bear to talk with, actually came to visit
me twice or thrice till I came home. All this wonderful stuff happens to me
even today, almost three months after the life-changing day of my life.
Truly amazing, how tough times change people. I really thank
God for making me the person I am, not making me cry at any point, or become
weak. I guess now I know, why most of those who know me, call me a Little
Lioness!
