“Once torn, never the same,” but I disagreed.

Me in my Best

I will undergo the third major surgery of my life. Never did I expect that I wouldn’t heal from the first two I underwent a couple of years back.

The first one was the first. I wished I wouldn’t need a second one.

Then the second happened, and I thought maybe this would bring me back to what I was.

I was told, “Once torn, never the same,” but I disagreed.

Now, after suffering for 4 weeks, I know my femur bone never healed.

And now, fixators are required—because I broke two titanium alloy plates, making doctors wonder what I was doing with my leg. Strange.

Anyway, the third one is a pre-decided third one.

And if I’m still unlucky, maybe there will be another one.

And then maybe, I may not be back to what I was.

Chalega. Jo hoga, hone do.

Something is decided by God. I stay observant, as Astavakra said.

I will learn the hard way. I don’t control anything.

I can only be the best participant in it.