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Oh God!! It's too hot today. It's Boishakh, the first month of the Bengali year. The hot summer has started. Thank God I had paid a visit to the beauty parlour last month. Or else, I wouldn't get a chance to get my hair cut. I've got thick, straight black hair covering my neck, and dark brown eyes. I'm waiting for Kalboishakhi, the famous summer storm that loves to make us scared. One is sure to find plenty of green delights under most of the mango trees after a storm. What are the delights? Why, raw mangoes obviously.  My mom loves making pickles with raw mangoes. Aachar-(bengali of pickle) is an all time favorite, especially among women. There are a variety of pickles: Kashmiri, Oily, sweet and sour... the list goes on and on. But I love to eat grated raw mango mixed with a bit of sugar, salt and chili powder. Hope my Dad will get a lot of mangoes for us from the village. I couldn't go to college today.  My foot is killing me!! I had planned to go to Thunderbolt, a very popular place for college students to play pool and bowling with my friends. Some of my friends will finish their A levels this May, so the little bowling party was a farewell for them. I have to study a lot today as well. I don't want to fall back. Have done some questions from Business unit 2, but have to go through Economics and the other Business units as well. Will try to sit with my colour box too. It's been a long time since I last sat with my colour pencils, my fingers are a bit itchy for drawing  Listened to the radio today. I love FM 89.6 and FM 98.4. They play such melodious songs! But my foot.... No matter how much I chant:" Pain pain go away, don't come again another day..." Pain never leaves my side. Being a premature baby( I was born at six months) I had very little chance of survival. My mom had to go through a lot of problems all those months. She had tripped over a coconut, so an emergency delivery aided to my birth. All the babies born with me on the 4th of April, 1984, died one by one. All were born with some birth complications. I was the sole survivor. That's why my birthday is so special for me and my family. Every year on my birthday, I say a silent prayer to Allah, thanking him for letting me live for another year. "I might not be able to save your baby". The doctor had told my father just before taking my mom to the operation theatre. At the last moment, a junior doctor came forward. The junior doctor told my dad that he'll try to save me, but for that he had to give me a needle-shot(injection) with a fatal side effect. The organ through which the injection will be pushed, will not develop properly. But still, my father agreed to this condition. My left foot looks completely normal. If I don't show, none can even find out that I'm physically challenged. My left foot is about an inch shorter than the right one. I can't even put my foot flat on the ground. I walk on my right foot and left fingers.(Nowadays, I can at least try to put my foot flat, thanks to the physiotherapist.) But the worst part is the blood circulation problem. Something is wrong with my blood vessels and nerves, so circulation always comes to frequent stops, dropping me in an ocean of pain without a shore. But no brooding... cause I know I'm better off than many others. |
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