Nov 29 2010
It was a wonderful Christmas program in church, and I was returning along with my grandmother. Dheera my daughter out of exhaustion had already slept. The auto guy had stopped a bit further away and I had to just walk down ten steps to reach my home. With a whole lot of overconfidence, I took Dheera in my hands and started walking down towards my home. And there it happened my worst nightmare. I tripped over a stone and fell. Dheera sleeping on my shoulders, with a wasted attempt of trying to stop my fall, I landed on my knees Dheera was also going down to hit her head. And then I heard it. Her SCREAM.
I came home to examine the hurt, I thanked GOD from the bottom of my heart for the hurt was small.
I remember your face the next day. Reflected two things, worry and relief. Sometimes such incidents give you a new outlook towards your dear ones.
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