C'est la vie

I saw an obese aged person who was sitting on sofa in the waiting lounge of hospital. His both hands were thickly plastered, placed on his thighs. The first thought that struck my mind was how difficult his life would be with those white heavily padded palms. Not only eating, drinking, dressing up but also doing his personal works would be difficult for him, these days. Life must be tough for him.

Now, my brain started making a list of chores which he could do. He could listen to music, pray to God, watch TV and gossip. He could also read my blog.

Hope he get well soon rather very soon so that he can even leave a comment on my blog.