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Such is life

Sometimes a mere moment's oversight or neglect can cause you to regret incessantly afterwards. It happened with me, when a preoccupied mind caused me to miss a step and slide down the stairs, eventually breaking my right foot bone.

So now I am stuck with a heavy plaster cast starting from under the knee and stretching downwards to cover my entire foot. My orthopedic thinks it is the best guard against further damage to the injured foot. I think it is the worst load to be stuck with, and would gladly trade anything to get rid of it much before the stipulated 6 weeks time is over.

But that is not to be. And so I go back again and again to the scene of the accident, and wish and wish that I had been more careful. Why was I not more alert, why did I not watch my step, what was I thinking, and so on and so forth. But one's regrets cannot bring back the lost moment, nor can one rewind and tweak life. So one has to live with unpleasant reality, however inconvenient it is.

And one counts small mercies, like thankfully it was just a fracture and not serious permanent damage. Life teaches you to eat humble pie and that too with a smile!


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