Caring is something that all of us
experience at some point in our lives. Most of the time we do not see it or
understand it. When our mothers cook yummy food for us despite their busy
schedules when our grandparents ask us how we are feeling today when our
friends ask ‘kaisi hai’ or ‘what’s up' when our fathers tell us not to ride a
bicycle without a helmet – all of these are because they CARE about our
well-being. Our response generally is ‘what’s the big deal?’ ☹
and we forget about it.
Well, one of my experiences where I felt
very strongly that people CARED for me, was when I fractured my foot. In short,
I had what the good doctor referred to as a ‘hairline fracture’ in my foot when
I was dancing Kathak (of course, at the wrong speed and wrong technique) last
Dussehra. The pain was unbearable, and I was extremely scared of how I was
going to walk again (though it wasn’t that bad, then it was good either ๐).
Apart from the physical pain, I was also
quite depressed that I would not be able to dance for few weeks and that I
would have to make a lot of adjustments (for example, preventing water from
falling on the plaster). That is where my family members came to my rescue. My
Mumma and Baba spent quite some time making sure I was able to move around, my
grandparents kept me engaged in different discussions to forget the pain. My
cousin Aashay played a lot of board games with me despite having a lot of
homework ๐ฅณ. Even my friends in school were very
considerate and kept sharing the daily work and notes for the lectures that I
could not attend due to doctor appointments.
When I recovered after three to
four weeks, I realized how much everyone had CARED for me without expecting
even a thank you from me. If you are one of the people who helped me last
year, a big THANK YOU to you from me, and a SORRY as well if I did not tell you
earlier ๐.
Anisha Gaitonde
Grade: 5B
Billabong High International School, Thane
