After much effort, I came up with a palindrome for the title—*Pals Slap*! 

Bosom pals—that’s what they are. They’ve been with me since my earliest days, always by my side, supporting me, guiding me, and bearing my burdens. Who am I without them? And could they exist without me? We are bound together in an unbreakable bond. 

But like all close relationships, we’ve had our share of conflicts. I’ve mistreated them, ignoring their needs, and they, in turn, have retaliated. Knowing that they could hurt me, why did I still push them to their limits? Perhaps that’s human nature—to forget what’s essential and take things for granted, especially in youth. 

One pal is my back. It supported me through everything, standing firm when I needed strength. But one day, I forced it to push heavy furniture, and it slipped, injuring me in the process. It hasn’t forgiven me since. Now, it reminds me of sharp pain—pins, needles, spasms, numbness—that I must treat with care. 

Another pal is my vision, my eyes. I ignored the doctor’s advice and strained them beyond their limits. Now, they refuse to cooperate fully. I stumble, grope, and struggle to see, paying the price for my negligence. 

Then there’s my brain, the thinker. I bombarded it with endless worries, anxieties, and negative thoughts. In retaliation, it became forgetful, sluggish, and irritable punishing my entire body in the process. 

These were the gifts God gave me in excellent condition. But I chose to misuse and abuse them, and now, I must suffer the consequences. 

I have no one to blame but myself. 

Contd. 353. Exploding Bit by Byte