The morning commenced with an unexpected bout of stomach discomfort, urgently requiring me to address the issue before diving into breakfast. I promptly swallowed a pill, hoping to quell the turmoil, and hastened to the mess. Alas, the respite it provided lasted a mere four hours. An urgent visit to the wellness center was imperative, yet modern medicine offered no viable solution. The doctor, in a surprising revelation, disclosed that she had been grappling with a navel displacement issue for two months herself, and only managed to find relief by visiting her hometown. To be candid, she had little faith in prescribing medicine for my predicament, deeming it futile.
In my predicament, the only person who could truly mend me was my mother. However, neither could I journey to her nor could she traverse the distance to Noida. It made me ponder, what if she weren't here or resided in another country? Who would come to my aid?
That's when it struck me that I needed to take charge of my own well-being. In my pursuit of recovery, I delved into the realm of Yoga and Asanas. I diligently adhered to the loose motion medicines and sustained myself on light fare throughout the day.
I refrained from engaging with others, opting instead to spend the day in rest. As the day wore on, my condition deteriorated, and my legs ached from numerous trips to the restroom.
In my hour of need, my friend Varshit, along with Samyak and other comrades like Roshan, Dheer, and Rahul, rallied to procure dinner from the mess.
A heartfelt thank you, dear friends, for your unwavering support. I owe you all a debt of gratitude.
Ishaan and Shaswat, too, kept a watchful eye on me.
Goodnight, everyone...
Xo Xo
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