December 12, 2008
I can see a little less well than people with normal eyesight. Being myopic in childhood, without corrective glasses till 5th standard, helped me be a little dreamy, a little less observant than other children. The world of the mind was mine, the world around was not quite tangible.
I can hear a little less than others. It makes me want to turn up the speaker volume. It means I miss some words, just a little, mispronounce a few things, just a little. It means a little exasperation from parents, a little ridicule from friends.
I have a little squint in my eyes, because of a slight difference in the power of my eyes, just enough for a little teasing from my husband on my wedding day, just enough for my friends to tell me that the Spanish consider that beautiful, for me to develop a liking for everything Spanish from my childhood.
I have a little bit of flat feet, I walk with my feet at a slight angle to each other, the arch of my feet is a little weak, I am not a runner or a sportsperson. My father makes me walk on straight lines with a hope to correct this imperfection, but it does not work. One day, when I am older, I shall buy many pretty high heeled shoes and hope that I look nice when I walk. Not the ‘point A to point B’ walk that my teenage friends described.
I am a little short. My feet do not touch the floor when I sit on a chair, they dangle. I develop a slight slip disc in my later years and a slight spondylosis in my neck. As I grow older, I develop a slight arthritis in both my knees.
My marriage is a little short of warmth and love and passion, my divorce is a little less than sad.
My cells absorb a little less sugar than what they need, I am a little tired-er than others, the air ways in my lungs allow in a little less air than I need. the blood pressure in my veins is a little less than necessary and in my heart it is a lot more than necessary.
When I die, I shall have lived a little less longer than normal, and during my life, I live a little less.
