This picture (click pic to enlarge) has a story behind it. It was the first time that I stood on my little legs, without holding on to any support. The moment I took my hands off the wall and managed to gain balance, Dad clicked this picture! What I like most about this photo, is the smile of satisfaction on my face. I am told that I started speaking big words when I was eight months old, but needed almost two years to walk. This was the first defining moment of my life.
I look at myself today. Lived 23 years with my family. Always someone to get things done. In my mother's words, "He wouldn't even pick up a kerchief if it was lying on the floor".
Everything has changed in a month. My moving to this new city has made me (and everyone else who knows me) believe that I can live alone and take good care of myself.
I have discovered that treating every little task completed as a major achievement works wonders for my self-confidence!
Watching me stride up briskly to my terrace to dry the clothes I've washed, my roommate teases me that even Neil Armstrong was not so triumphant when he planted the US flag on the moon!
It feels like I have just stood up on my own legs for the first time, all over again! Dad, you're in heaven now, and I'm sure the view is better. Can you click another picture of me, please?