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के फिर जुड़ ना पाया... गिरता हुआ वो आसमां से
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ख्वाबों में फिर भी
बादल ही थे... One month ago I fell. My QL went into a massive spasm and I could not move for almost an hour until my parents found me, frozen in pain, and called an ambulance. Lying on the kitchen floor, surrounded by broken glass, my only thought was how would I be able to fly in time for Conference of the Birds.
One month later, I am still re-learning to fly. But, here I am at the airport.
I am surrounded by the softest, most all-encompassing, ever-present safety net in the world. I am filled to overflowing with gratitude for the people who put me back together, and to the warm cocoon where I can re-grow my wings. And to the Birds I know will carry me until I can fly with my own wings. Not on my own. I am the Starling, and starlings never fly alone.
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