The cool breeze swept through my hair, making me shiver with excitement. I arched my neck to take full view of the breathtaking beauty of Eiffel Tower, which towered above me like some iron giant. It was such a lovely day. The melodious chime of the twittering birds filled me with glee. The sun too, it seemed, was in a playful mood, playing hide and seek behind the fluffy clouds. “Trrring trrring! ” The telephone rang all of a sudden; bringing me out of the scenic beauties my mind was roaming in. “Hello” I said. “Oh! Hello Ferva beta! I have some good news for you! ” It was my uncle. Yes, yes! I am listening! ” I replied enthusiastically. “Well! Your tickets have been confirmed for day after tomorrow. ” “Oh really! ” “Yes. Now be ready beta. Don’t miss out anything and take care! Goodbye! ” “Goodbye uncle! ” I replied, bringing our conversation to an end. I breathed deeply, thinking of the adventures in store for me. Ever since my uncle had invited me to visit his family in Paris during my holidays, I had been simply restless. I had been surfing the Net since the past few days for the best tourist locations, and had even set out a travel plan.
I was to travel to Paris and visit the monumental beauties of France. Switzerland’s picturesque locations would be my next destination, where I would scale the snowy Alps; move on to Holland and witness the magnificent windmills; a day or two in Italy, and then back to Paris. It was all perfectly planned! These vacations would be the best ones I ever had! The next day was spent fidgeting around endlessly. My mother gave me a box of chocolates as a token of love, and my sister just couldn’t stop reading out her endless wish list! My father was to drive me to the airport, and I counted each passing second in wait. Honk, honk! ” “Finally,” I cried, and headed straight towards the staircase in full speed. I really couldn’t believe it! My dream vacation was at last going to come true! Once again my mind wandered to the lush green valleys of Europe and I… “Ouch! ” A sharp cry of pain left my mouth as I found myself sprawled on the concrete steps. In my haste, I had hurt myself. The car that was to take me to the airport took me to the hospital instead. This was the most devastating moment for me. I could not help thinking that my flight was leaving without me, my dream had shattered within the blink of an eye.
At the hospital, what I thought was a sprain turned out to be a fracture, and I was strictly restricted to six weeks of complete bed rest. A pall of gloom hung over me as I heard my mother call my uncle to inform him of the accident. I was brought home, and though my fracture had healed to a certain extent, my misery never left me. “Oh, come on! ” said my sister, “my shopping list can wait until next time! ” she added cheerfully. But I could only answer her with a wry smile. It just seemed impossible for me to come to terms with the fact that my plans could fail.