It felt like a three-ton truck was reverse parking on my chest. All I did was bend down and open the bag which we had flung on the floor of our Narkhanda guest house with its modest interiors and immodestly rich views. The act of bending down, unzipping the bag, pulling out the thick winter coat and standing up again had winded me out! And my head was hurting! I took two Panadols, emptied a bottle of water and lay down. Nothing worked. My head continued to pound and the truck on my chest stayed put.
May the credit column be as high as the these hill peaks you have enjoyed and may the debit column gets smaller by the minute Binu. I am so glad to read this, albeit super late. Keep holding that pen, B.
May the credit column be as high as the these hill peaks you have enjoyed and may the debit column gets smaller by the minute Binu. I am so glad to read this, albeit super late. Keep holding that pen, B.
Take care Binu. The cancer is receding and that's good...
Trust me Binu, she is going to be fine.
Keep at it Binu. Show up for your creativity and watch the universe work for you.
She is a strong girl like her mom.. Her genes are 💪💪 😘
Prayers to her for getting well soon