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Smiling at uncertainty




Smiling at Uncertainty


Some encounters don’t last more than a few minutes, yet they leave you holding a truth much larger than the moment itself.

Today, I met one such truth—disguised as a smiling thirteen-year-old boy and his quietly courageous father.


Thirteen. That number should mark the beginning of teenage dreams and restless curiosity. But for this boy, it marks something else entirely—a miracle. Diagnosed with a rare condition, he wasn’t expected to live past eight. His story, laced with hospital visits and emergency room dashes, was supposed to end years ago. And yet, here he is. Not just surviving—living. Sitting in front of me. Smiling.


His father spoke to me with a calmness that didn’t dull the gravity of their journey. “Anything can happen at any point,” he said. And it landed with a thud of truth. Isn’t that the case for all of us?


It’s just that, with this child, we know the name of the uncertainty. We name it ‘illness’ and watch it carefully, stay alert for symptoms, prepare for emergencies. But the rest of us live with unnamed versions of the same truth—accidents, war, sudden loss, invisible grief. Life is always this fragile, this slippery, this… unpromised.


And yet, this child smiles. Knowing what he knows, carrying what he carries—he smiles.


It made me feel more alive. Not in a triumphant way, but in a stripped-down, raw way. The kind that brings you face-to-face with your own vulnerability. The kind that makes you realise how much we take for granted in our assumptions of tomorrow.


I’ve always thought of life as a grand stage, where most of us play our parts, unaware of when the curtain might fall. But this child? He seems to know the script could end at any moment—and still, he performs with joy.


We think of such realizations as negative. But they’re not. They are honest. And from honesty comes gratitude. From awareness comes presence. And from presence, maybe even peace.


Today, the boy didn’t just smile at me. He smiled at uncertainty. And in doing so, he taught me something I didn’t know I needed to learn.




Note from the Balcony:

This post feels close to my heart. As I write more on The Thought Balcony, I find myself gravitating not toward answers, but toward questions—ones that tug at the edge of our everyday awareness. If this reflection resonated with you, you might want to read my earlier post on life and loss. It feels like they belong to the same breath.


Until next time,

Nidhi





Comments

  1. Khyati Chanana17 May 2025 at 23:03

    Beautifully demonstrated the power of the uncertain, the power of a hidden hope, the power of a smile..❤️

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  2. Shambhavi V20 May 2025 at 12:17

    The way you've portrayed the whole experience is so grounding. It made me resonate with what you must've felt in that moment, faced with such a tremendous realisation. And yet the fact that I smiled throughout this read is proof enough that you've told this objectively morbid tale with the same honesty and gratitude the boy carries in his heart. 🤍

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