OK to BE

From despair after a road accident to new faith in life

- B. Soujanya

If you don't have any solution, just say it to my face, I will leave. Even before I realized that it could be a rude statement, it had already left my mouth when the neurologist suggested yoga. | blinked the tears away. I carefully picked myself up and left his room, promising myself never to return again to this monumental building filled with the most intelligent brains. He was the fourth allopathic doctor referred by a friend. You have just not met the right doctor yet. There will always be one better than before. That was what one of the friends said over the phone after suggesting the above doctor. I wanted to scream after reaching home. Mom followed me to my room and I banged the door in her face using my painful arms. I threw the photo of my family deity (he looked at me all smiles) that hung on the wall and cried aloud. I stomped on the medical reports from all those years. Deep down, I knew that most of the MBBS docs suggested yoga only in hopeless or idiopathic causes. (It's very different now. Yoga is suggested all the time).