As a kid, I loved to hang upside down from the bars in the park near my home. I was so playful that I'd never sit at a single place and would keep trying new acrobatic stunts.
No matter how much I used to get hurt while trying them, I never used to stop. I used to recuperate and get back on it or something else depending upon the intensity with which I got hurt the last time. Due to this, either my knee or elbow would always be covered with a paste of haldi (turmeric) and ghee (ayurvedic remedy for wounds) or a bandaid at the max. Even my head used to be swollen for most of the time. But I still never used to stop.
I used to cry a lot
But I used to try a lot.
Adamant, Stubborn,
With a question always,
Why? Why not? How?
But a lot has changed now.
I cage questions now. Probably, to be able to tame them, someday.
I'd still try stunts but my feet don't take my weight anymore. I haven't cried in years. Because I haven't tried in years?
Clearly, now's my time to think it over. It's time to sit, recuperate, try, cry but try again. Crawl maybe but try again.
It's time to let go to that pool of water. Rejuvenate, come back, plan and take a jump.
Another jump for another stunt.
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