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  • Reflection is a process of thinking about “ thinking back” -of reasons and causes of events in our lives and putting those thoughts on paper becomes 'Reflective writing'
    thus it is considered more personal than any other form of expression.
    A new short form I learnt recently is called 'small stones'...since then I have tried to reflect also, on the significance of the ‘word-stone’ and as I kept thinking throughout the day, sometimes late at night I realized that there factual ‘incidents’ that create ripples in our mind soul and spirit.
    I remembered an incident and I wish to share
    And so it happens every child rides a tricycle and later a bike....

    and I being no exception was crazy about them too, but at the age of five or six I did not have one . My neighbourhood friend would bring his ‘bright red tricycle every evening in those warm months of the peaceful years’

    For many days I remember enjoying the rides, learning how to place the feet, pedal, slow or fast, and the good thing was that we as friends shared our limited toys.

    This tricycle had a box attached to it at the back and from time to time we would turn our heads to look back.One evening , while looking back in my turn, the front wheel got stuck somewhere and the cycle bent on the side, the next thing I remember was falling down with my leg caught under the wheel and my right knee pressed painfully on the rough ground. I fainted and was carried inside, and medical aid was called.

    ‘A small sharp piece of stone ’ had pierced the knee and settled inside, causing a deep cut and bleeding’.A minor operation for its removal was done.

    That was the end of the bike rides and for many days , the knee was bandaged and the anti biotic administered through injections. I remember crying with pain every time the bandage was changed.It was painful.

    I never had a bike and never rode one after that incident.

    Injury Changed Our Playing Style
    The injury changed our playing style for months.

    My Reflection and Lessons Learnt

    I reflected upon the incident which happened so early in my life and left a lasting effect in my subconscious.I thought about
    ‘Things which do not belong to us should not be taken seriously,”
    ‘if we are missing something in life it does not matter’ there are other better things, better for us though we may not realize at the time.
    And a little pleasure sometimes ends with pain which stays for a long time, till happiness returns.
    Our purpose of life is something greater, like being a ‘giver’ of sympathy care and understanding, being a better human being and working with and for peace .

    Today when I found a ‘writing style’called ‘a small stone’ I found more about the true purpose of life. I am happy that I have found peace in ‘writing’ and ‘thankful ‘that I keep myself involved in this wonderful creative learning and sharing activity’
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