Two thorns got stuck in my soles yesterday. I sat after dinner with a needle probing my heel to find them. It was fun back then when we were kids. We would try taking out thorns from each others' feet and admiring how big a thorn was from someone's feet. We took pride in inserting the needle at 3-4 points in the soles as if the soles were a cloth. :D Then we used to sit for sometime with a godly smile on our faces.
With growing age, playing ceased (in my case) or was shifted to playgrounds (my brother's case). No more thorns. A small woodland in Delhi brought back the experience but there was is no one now to probe the soles, to press the needle hard into the feet deliberately so that we could have some laugh after a brief moment of pain. We all got sophisticated.
With growing age, playing ceased (in my case) or was shifted to playgrounds (my brother's case). No more thorns. A small woodland in Delhi brought back the experience but there was is no one now to probe the soles, to press the needle hard into the feet deliberately so that we could have some laugh after a brief moment of pain. We all got sophisticated.
good post and even nice thought trunil ... anyway life is full of thorns ... haha
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