Eddy told me, spiritedly, after watching a documentary on how the cells function in our body, that he has found his long lost faith in life.
I could sense his words were imbued with this newly found faith.
Great, I thought. Just then he saw my socks and before I could utter a single word to appreciate his metamorphosis, he politely questioned and shockingly answered, “three holes in this pair of your socks?!”
Eddy went back to his room; I wonder how many months will he take this time to recuperate fully.
Anyway, so I checked my socks and somehow the holes in it made me believe that if this can work, anything can.
Dears, today I am working with this positivity in life. Thanks to the pair of socks with three holes in it.
Who, Eddy? Oh! No, he is still in the room. But that’s life.
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