I was blowing my nose, shivering and getting goosebumps from how cool the breeze blowing into the car from the window was, and that's when I realized that there seems to be a set of parameters on which people can be judged and classified as sick or healthy.
Why is a person who is blowing her nose every 5 minutes sick? Because healthy people don't do that. They don't need to blow their nose every five minutes or sneeze every time a light breeze passes through them.
So why?
While I blow my nose every 5 minutes, sneeze every time a light breeze comes my way, and hope the headache doesn't return, in this condition, why does my mind feel so clear as it did every other time when I was not doing these things, and I checked off every parameter or option that makes a person healthy?
Why did I feel much sicker all this time, even though people always said I was healthy?
Why do I feel so much better now even though I have a runny nose and a severe cold?
That's when I saw the tree. The tree looked so leafless. There was not even a single leaf or bud or anything. It was just a branch and its stems and sub-stems. It seemed cold, lonely, and desolate—something so sad yet beautiful.
But, while looking at it, it felt like it was telling me, "Even though I may not have even a single leaf, I have long and strong and thick roots buried till deep inside the earth. So don't worry about me, as I am beautiful and strong in my own way."
And then I got the much anticipated and even more unwelcomed headache that ensured I had a sleepless night.
The End.
Bye~~