The Healing: Part II: POP
A night spent adjusting my arm led to little discomfort, but I slept fitfully, surprisingly so. I had been quite hard on myself and pushing myself off. So, this was a nice sleep, though less painful than I expected it to be. Wasn't that good? Went off for my language class to meet my wizened old professor. An excellent teacher who is quite jovial. Inspite of his physical ailments he hasn't let his outlook towards life go gray. He had been on dialysis for over a decade now and recently had a cataract operation. So, seeing someone dedicated in his profession gave me immense energy to begin my day. Secondly I did not want to miss my classes for a dumb sprain. Coming back home, I realised I had to go back to take a specialist's opinion. I did go there, got confused trying to locate the department where I wanted to go. Finally when I reached the location, the reception told me to get the initial documentation done from some other place. And in all such places reasoning does...