Differently Abled… The word coined for people like me. Not a single day goes by without me being reminded that I am different. Is it a sin to be born different? I hope not. Was it my fault that I had a default glitch within me? An unwanted scar. A scar for a lifetime.
Some days serve as a constant reminder. When people just stare at me without even understanding how I would feel. And the worst part most of them don’t even take an effort to know the person that I am. Is physical appearance everything? If so where is the genuine warmth and affection that I yearn for each day?
It seems like one mad race to the finish line. And I feel left behind. Walking all alone falling along the way. Will be there be someone to guide me along the way? Only questions linger. Questions for which I desperately need answers.
Despite the day to day struggle there is something which keeps me going. HOPE.. HOPE for a brighter tomorrow. A belief that I will find answers along the way even if it means fighting a lone battle. The Tortoise did win the race.. So will I . Maybe someday the clouds of struggle will part..