Being a sports enthusiast, He was no short of sports injuries. It was a rigorous cycle. Get hit, take rest -play dead, get back into the game. Fate played a wild card against him sometime around when he was about to finish my schooling. Football did not give him much achievements but it gave him hell of a fracture. One that was good enough to stay dead. Then came the second phase of the cycle – The playing dead part. This was the stage of liability. Six months of bed rest accompanied by the delicious and nutritious food shot up his weight to a whooping 96. The increasing weight gave him an addition to the fracture, a beautiful ligament tear. This left him no choice other than being a spectator everywhere. A liability because he could not do anything alone anymore. Even the most normal thing that we can think about. Walking , changing positions , stairs, bathroom , all were out the things that he could handle. All he could do was spectate everything happening around him.
As time went by fracture broke up with him but he was still in a relationship with the ligament tear. The tipping point reach when he understood that it is getting late. So he stood up from the audience and took a step towards the stage. The third phase of the cycle was tough. Six hours of workout a day. Two hours of swimming, Two hours of football , Two hours of working out and finally remaining eighteen hours of swelling and pain. Three months of cyclic torture finally brought him back to 67. Losing 29 kgs was not a big achievement to him but being on the stage rather than being the spectator was everything to him. He went from half a leg to complete two legs again. Finally he decides to let the people out there that there is always hope and thus he writes this story.
-ANANTH.A
