It may have been difficult for her to raise her legs. "It hurtsss" she screamed as her mum tried some hot water with a towel on her sprained ankle. How long would this pain last, 1,2 or even 3 days or maybe weeks. The thought of missing out at the girls night out of which she has greatly fantasized about got her sick. No, she couldn't be in this condition.
She was an amazing sprinter, none beats her. But yesterday, it wasn't so. She ran with so much pride, throwing her legs perfectly until urgghhh, she had muscle pull and came crashing down. Her record was beaten.
She had thoughts of people who couldn't use their legs, one was the beggar who always sits a few metres from of her house. She began wondering how he got to that state. Probably it may have started out just like hers right now. "God forbid", she said. Then another thought came by, she'd always dreamed of riding in the latest Range Rover sport. She wished her father could get one as soon as possible just to prove to Sewa the class richest girl that her life too is beautiful. But now, all that mattered to her was to get her legs back with no limp in her motion and no pain to give her sleepless night. It now occurred to her that what's more important now, is her life, not that of others, to prove unrealistic things to them. But, to live her life in a perfect state of health and mind and with this understanding she'll exude kindness to all who comes her way.
