Or maybe it was a good, small step towards a complete cure.
There was no plan. The beauty lay in the spontaneity.
I did nothing but follow a few leads that crossed my uneventful existence, and a series of events tumbled out - a visit, a cup of tea, a walk, a phone call, a meeting, surprised smiles.
So why was it that, despite the pleasure I experienced at its peak, the moment it was over and I moved on, a pang that drew down the corners of my lips made its unexpected appearance like pain from a long-healed wound?
And yet, in the vast layout of affairs, the pain and the pleasure, did they not appear to teach me another profound lesson today?