Read the title however you wish. Whatever you interpret, it’s fine by me. 

Yes, it’s my anniversary—but why did no one close to me remember it? Was it not a significant day in my life? A day when everything changed— 

for the worse. 

On September 13, I completed one year since my heart attack. Naturally, the next day marked the anniversary of the stent's placement. Were these days important? Or not? They stir memories of pain, discomfort, and tension. But didn’t I come through it successfully? Does that matter, or doesn’t it? I honestly don’t know. A part of me would have welcomed a permanent departure from this life. Nothing more to achieve. And yet, I’m grateful I stayed. I’ve discovered new paths to explore—like these blogs. I want to reshape my life into something better, aim for something noble, and make up for all the prayers I forgot to say. Live with renewed energy. 

Prostate cancer set me back a couple of steps, but here I am—walking, moving steadily with purpose. My desire to write is being fulfilled. I’m revisiting my lifestyle, trying to add more discipline: more walking, stricter diet control, more positive thinking, and more laughter. I even wish I could travel more. But come to think of it, I’ve traveled plenty recently—more than in the last decade. I spent a day in Kanchipuram, went to Thirukkadaiyur for my nephew’s sixtieth birthday, and enjoyed a combined pilgrimage and sightseeing tour in Kumbakonam with family. What is there to complain about?

I will keep trying— 

Cheers! 

Contd. 378. Present Past The Future