Yet again it’s Christmas Day, not on 25th Dec… “It’s impossible…!”
I shift my gaze below…
New Year’s Eve…not on 31st Dec… My mind boggles.
Valentine’s Day… not on 14th Feb. What’s wrong with the calendar?
An unfathomable pain pierces my brain as my world tumbles. I drop on the floor…!
Forty eight hours have passed. I lie down like a newborn in a cradle. The gentle breeze flips another calendar ... My world is restored as I glance at 25 Dec, with red inscription ‘Christmas Day’.
With trembling lips, I say, “Thank you Doctor for removing my brain tumor…!”
I shift my gaze below…
New Year’s Eve…not on 31st Dec… My mind boggles.
Valentine’s Day… not on 14th Feb. What’s wrong with the calendar?
An unfathomable pain pierces my brain as my world tumbles. I drop on the floor…!
Forty eight hours have passed. I lie down like a newborn in a cradle. The gentle breeze flips another calendar ... My world is restored as I glance at 25 Dec, with red inscription ‘Christmas Day’.
With trembling lips, I say, “Thank you Doctor for removing my brain tumor…!”
