A New Beginning

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Watching the rain, I feel it is my life that is being drained out. My hopes, my ambition; everything was literally going down the drain.

It had been a similar rainy day two weeks back, when driven by my youthful spirit, I had rode my bike with a speed that had thrilled. With the rain pelting on my face and body, driving through the almost deserted country lanes had been rejuvenating.

The euphoria had ended in a disaster. I remember the ominous screeching of tires and the blinding light before everything had gone blank.

Doctors tell me I am paralyzed waist down.  The accident had wrecked havoc on my entire system. I don’t understand why god has been so cruel to me. To be a paraplegic for life, was unthinkable.

I don’t notice the tears that flow down my face until warm fingers wipe them away.

“Abhay, Don’t … You have to be strong. Remember what the doctor said? You should not lose hope. With regular physiotherapy you can get back whatever you have lost. But you have to believe in that. You are not going to allow yourself to be confined to a wheel chair your entire life,” says Tarun, my best friend.

Tarun has a razor in his hand and has come as he says “to return me back to humanity”. I hate that unclean stubble that has grown all over my face anyway.

He hands me a small mirror after he is done. When I see the reflection that stares back, I feel a new energy course through me. A new hope!

May be everything was not lost.

Life has given me a second chance. And this time I wasn’t going to waste it.

I smile at my father while my mother hugs me close.

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