My First Ray I am not happy. I am writing but I am not happy. I am grumpy and I still feel the residual sting of the exercise in my knees and big toes and the ball of my foot. I don't like it. I really and truly don't! Sulk as I might all day the truth is Me is very proud. Proud of the fact that I finally got off my bum and knelt to do the prescribed exercises. It's been a week since I last saw the physiotherapist and I can't fully explain the reason for stopping braps!-suh!

"Dabisir’s story is more than ancient fiction; it’s a mirror for us. We all face moments where life seems to press us into corners... And, just like Dabisir, we too must answer. One haunting question changed everything for Dabisir—and it might just change how you see yourself too."

Pause for a while and let the fairytale in this blog tickle your toes as you are reminded of a special element that should not be overlooked