I was born in this town...
In the Sunday morning...
My mom said I was born on the day when there was nothing available...
My father took my mother on this truck to the clinic...
No one was present except a rookie nurse...
He then had to travel to the city...
My mother was in extreme pain...
Fortunately staff was available...
They quickly took my mother on stretcher and rushed...
I was born at the moment she entered Operation Theater...
Till that day my life is like a ongoing race...
I had to rush for everything...
I was late...
Always...
I don't understand this...
But it always happens...
No matter what I do...
One way or another
I am always late...
So I had to rush and rush and rush...
Not a moment of peace...
I started speaking late when I was baby so I spoke nonstop as I started speaking...
I walked late so I ran the moment I stood on my feet...
Its always been a nonstop race....
I stopped speaking....
Everyone was quiet...
They all were so into my story....
"Is it that interesting?... You guys don't have to entertain my stupid story..." I laughed with embarrassment....
