Last week I was reading chiken soup tough times tough people. It’s really good book reading about experiences of people in tough times like incurable medical conditions, accidents and their life after that. While reading I can feel sadness in theipr stories , or that’s what I thought untill last week.
While coming back home from my granny’s place by taxi ,car bumped into our taxi from behind so bad that it I almost bumped my head on drivers seat. Being in India we are not familiar with concept of seat belt on back seats. Thankfully no one got injured but it sored my back for whole day. I was continuously thinking what would have happened if that car would have broke the backseat glass and …..
Just the thought made me shudder. They all say life’s short but we don’t realise it untill moments like this strike us. For the first time I realised I haven’t done enough treks in my life or haven’t visited a single country or at least cared to take passport. Why do we need these pushes to realise that life is gift and we should treat it according , as they say you never know Kal ho na ho..??😉