Alternatively dribbling the basketball and rolling the wheelchair me and my colleague were somehow managing to keep alive the spirit of the game and were spending our evening with light headed conversations in the paraplegic rehab centre. While rolling my wheelchair suddenly my finger got caught in the rim of the wheel began to bleed. I paused my chase for the ball; Not to get my wound medical treatment but some precursory wounds got salted up seeing the blood on my finger.

I am not in practice to philosophize incidents happening around me but these drops of blood left my heart overflowing with compassion and anger for me and my colleague. Our reliable shoulders, our sprinting legs and our fearless armed hands were serving the borders and preventing enemies from...