It had almost been over two years;the day I almost lost my life but ended up even more pathetic and fragile. What's an artist without a hand and a singer without a voice? Likewise, I yelled aloud. What's a dancer without legs? Yes...I'm a dancer with paralyzed legs. Though I have legs, solidly visible, I thought I might be better off without them.

    This happened two years ago when I was returning home after a long day of practice for the upcoming winter festival. Our car hit a truck and I ended up with some severe bruises, a fractured arm and a paralyzed lower body. The day was indelible in my entire life and afterwards, I ended up with contempt and doubt about my existence itself. Why should I even live? I didn't know that God could be this merciless and spare me with the whole of my life sucked out.

     Dancing meant everything to me. It was my dream since young to achieve my goal as a successful dancer in the field and for a moment...I thought I had set foot on the right track. But then...

     With all the dreadful changes in my life, I too changed...a lot. My cheerful and exuberant days came to a standstill. I became one with a dull, disgusting personality who despised and was despised by everyone. I knew my parents suffered a lot but still I believed that no one could fathom my inner agony. I was too self centered that I didn't comprehend the concerns of those around me.

    My parents consulted the best doctor said to be in the field and she always said that I had a higher chance of curing myself if I get engaged in physiotherapy actively and be more optimistic and have faith.

"You shouldn't be so negative, Mia. If you try your best, you can overcome this hurdle. Imagine...what your life would be afterwards. Just...have some faith and try. You can do this!" She was always full of encouragements for me.

   At first, I had lost so much faith in my curing process that I didn't even do my exercises properly. I couldn't even think of a time to dance with those legs. It was hopeless. I was hopeless. I was already in a mood of trepidation.

    Until one day...one day, a girl, not much older than myself appeared on public broadcasts as a messenger and representative for the disabled. Due to an accident, she was paralyzed in the lower body with a lot of injuries. The list was too long that I felt faintish just listening. With injured hands, she continued to draw, which was her dream. I saw the drawings, which did not at all reflect a broken arm.

    Then...I began to listen to her stories more and more. Just looking at her, my spirits rose. Then I tried. I tried my level best to bring back my dreams, my hopes.

      The impossible became the possible. After years of my trying came the euphoria of my life. Life came to my legs again. I had gone through hell and back.

    Reflecting on my past now, I am a professional dancer, rather successful. Yet, I did not forget my days of fighting. I too became a public figure to encourage those who need more strength and support to rise and stand.

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