Sunday, 8 July 2007

my take..my story...

Pls link this with the previous post..

The sunshine on the face made him open his eyes and take a look at the surrounding.
The morning was bright and welcoming. He lay on this hospital bed since quarter of a month as if it had become his second home. Cool breeze from an open window blew past his face and caught a twinkle in his eyes while turning to see the curtains, making a fluttering sound did give some glow on his face. While looking past the window, out there was a government garden carrying a joggers track and a children recreational park stretching till the sea beyond. It was morning 8 but still the garden was buzzing with the elderly and few others walking past the walking tracks while some others cherishing the company- sitting and chatting, mothers getting their babies and making them play in sand, some children playing in their groups, some own their own in the swings and the ladders, hawkers trying to settle down their larri. In the gardens were beautiful flowering shrubs and shady trees, which gave so much serenity. With a look back from the window, faith was overflowing at the moment; he clubbed his hands and closed his eyes for a short prayer. Behind those closed eyes flowed the brisk memories of how he became a crippled boy interspersed with the happy scene of children playing in the park. “Sushanth” hit the soft words of his charming lady doctor, so was it. His favourite doctor and his only pal at this hospital had come to greet him and take his daily progress report. He was pleased to see her back, she was like a messiah to him. Gently did her lady doctor do her job of checking the movement of the hands. A whimper of pain caused by that hand movement made him go to the lapse of flashback. Immediately he landed into that scenario of how on his way to school he had met with an accident - walking, he got hit by a fast and reckless motor bike enthusiast, who didn’t even care to stop and look at what he had hit and whom he had left flying to hit the ground with most of the parts of his body broken like a glass shattered to tiny pieces if thrown with significant force. That pain was enormous. In the background was the murmur of his pal doctor who kept saying “ Sushanth is a brave boy, he is fit and fine and is going to run in a couple of days” “Sushanth is a courageous boy, who is going to fight this back and is going to catch hold of that rouge motor bikist to the police.” “Sushanth” . And immediately Sushanth snaps back to reality. With his gaze at the floor, he spots a single slipper. He pauses to look at the doctor lady with a lot of pain smoldering from his eyes , doctor lady catches that glaze, says a word or two of encouragement , rolls a gentle hand over his head and presses her cheek to Sushanth’s and kisses him goodbye and promises to return quickly after her rounds. He passes a silent smile. With the passing hour it’s the onset of the regular activity at the hospital. Sushanth’s mom is back with the juices and all the healthy home made food allowed to be given to the patient as per the doctor’s prescription with a daily dose of the medicines. Sushanth cuddles his mom slowly as his arms allow him. His mom kisses him back. She is an epitome of love to him. As the day progresses his mom reads him stories with the regular doses of food and medicine at the right time. On instruction he is to take a short walk around the hospital with the support of a walker every single day to improve and recover speedily. Diligently he follows the same with the support of the walker and his mom. While taking on those words, today he takes a different route to the corridor which led to the ICU. As they walk past the ICU slowly but steadily, Sushanth spots a frail child patient lying on the ICU bed, still, living on the fibrillator, oxygen mask and all the bottles providing various fluids to the veins and various others taking out fluids from this little child. Inquisitively Sushanth asks his mom, “ Maa , what happened to this child, even she got hit by a vehicle?, and what are all these bottles doing ? why is there a mask on her face? Will I have to put those masks as well? ” Mom spotting from his questions that he was on the verge of going back into his past, so before a flashback of his accident hits him and makes him mentally crippled, stops him half way “ Sushanth ” , “ She is a child of god, god’s favourite child- like you. She is brave, fine but is a bit naughty cos she doesn’t eat properly unlike you and hence has to be brought here so as to give her back all the energy she needs to work and play” “so my brave child, you need to follow all what your doctor aunty says, and we will be out of this place quickly- will you follow it – my child??”. With a waiver in her voice she turned her face away from Sushant, not knowing what else to explain him without knowing what was wrong with that poor child herself, hiding her tears back. Back to their room were a storm of relatives and guests who would flock on timely basis to fulfill their duty by showing their undue faces, each one adding a pinch of salt by quoting a few encouraging words engulfed in the ruthless and depressing words, making him unnecessarily realize that crippled life forward was going to be his reality. But now Sushant was lost in his own world, lost in the faith that he was a “child of god” “god’s favourite child” like that sweet, little, naughty girl in the ICU and calmness covered his face.
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pls note : this was a novel effort by me to yarn a story according to the words selected hurridly but cautiously , story took its own shape as i sat down to write... hope you enjoy as much as i did while writing..

3 comments:

Neel said...

enjoyed it to the fullest... very nicely written buddy...

so do we have a great writer in the making here.... hmmmm

Rodrigo said...
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chinmai said...

thanks neel :) ... of a great writer this mite be not be a drop also ... anyway thanks again :)