WEAKNESS OR STRENGTH?

A Slight Ray Of Hope.

As the days passed,  I was getting sucked into a black hole of depression. Siri wanted to pull me out before anything worse happened.  That's when she found an audio book of Helen Keller 's biography, " Hey look what I've found for you! Come on get up now, all day you're lying on the bed.   Get up and listen to this.  You'll love this audiobook . It's about the life story of Helen Keller."

  "What will I do by listening to this?"

"Atleast it's better than lying down and doing nothing." Siri helped me with the earphones and played the audiobook.

"That's all I can do now. Listen to audio books."I lied down on my bed.

Honestly,  I was least interested to listen to it first, but then when I started, I was kind of hypnotized and captivated by the audiobook.  So much so that I completed the entire biography that day itself. 

Siri arranged for me other biographical audiobooks and at times even read to me the life stories of famous  personalities who were visually impaired.  Marla Lee Runyan, John Bramblitt, Pete Eckert and many more.

Months passed and those audio books somehow worked like depression curing pills. I looked fresher than before and was finally out of that black hole. I was mesmerized by the inner strength those famous personalities had. That somehow built hope and pushed me to resume my dance classes.

But just when I thought I was getting better,  something worse happened.

My dance teacher gave up on me claiming that it is difficult to teach me in such a condition. "What do you mean Mrs. Goenka?  I know it's a bit tough  but atleast think about Sara.  After a lot she got back her hope and abandoning her will shatter her hope again. " Siri tried to keep her voice low so that I couldn't hear their conversation from the next room.

She walked out of the room pretending to be calm,  but I could sense her anger. "Mrs. Goenka is slightly ill and so she's taking a few days off." she said still pretending to be calm.

  "I heard everything Di.  You don't have to hide it from me. "

"Hey, don't be upset Sara. She's not the only dance teacher.  I'll find a better teacher for you,  I promise." Siri hugged me. 

Another month passed, and I changed my dance teachers thrice.  Or rather.... they gave up on me. And I gave up on my hope again. 

" I knew it.  I told you it will never happen Di. I can never dance again. I can't even walk upto the door without your help then how do you expect me to dance? Four dance teachers gave up saying it's difficult to teach me because I can't see.  I don't know how people like Helen Keller and Little Stevie Wonder managed to succeed despite their physical disabilities.  Only a few people can do it and I'm definitely not one of them. " I was emotionally shattered. For me those biographies were now like every other fantasy novels.

"You know why very few people succeed?" Siri asked. "Because only these few people know how to hold on to their hope.  They never let go of their hope.  Sara even you can do it,  trust me.  You just need a proper coach who will understand you and will empathise rather than sympathising. And I'll find one for you, as I promised." Siri kissed my forehead.