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MEMORIES...

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At the slightest of stirrings, the boundless mind rummages through a stockpile of nostalgia, picking up a flashback and refreshing it as a memory to serve the soul... Memories !!! Memories are hangovers of emotions - both good and bad, poignant and cheerful, heart warming and heart wrenching. The most moving ones among them are stored in the lacrimal glands. They just find a reason to well up the corners of the eyes at the slightest of reminders. The good ones are the lilting remnisences of momentous occasions...of the tears of joy that had frozen then,  that now want to roll down unhindered... the soul floating like a feather after all the heaviness of the past Memories give joys that take time to sink in. Cackling insanely one moment and eyes moistening up the other.. There is no bigger roller coaster than reliving childhood memories with your siblings or friends. Watching cute videos of your children when they were little kids and getting teary eyed reliving the beautiful memor...

FAITH - THE MIRACULOUS HEALER

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His deep, sunken eyes closed in solace as he sat in a corner of the temple, his trembling hands folded in reverence to the God that he so loved. The chiming of the bells, the cacaphony of the traffic on the street outside and the steady stream of devotees jostling for a vision of the Diety, none could interrupt the profound connection that he instantly bridged with the Lord to whom he always came running to in times of distress.   He could instantly feel the calmness seeping in his mind and heart now in contrast to that horrible feeling of a gaping hole in his chest, like a hollow ring of fire burning like hell and that pain, so sharp, that it would rip the heart into pieces, that darkness of the soul, ready to suck in his every little happiness that he felt a little while ago. He now felt freed from the desire of death that he so mistakenly felt that would give him freedom from life. In a few moments of connecting with the divine, things seemed brighter, hope started shadowing des...

Pain - Speak.

Pain speaks a dark language in silence. Sometimes it conveys what words can never express. One of life's most important realisations is that no pain is too big. There are millions of other humans doomed by their destiny and cursed by their fate. The stark and stoic realities of the lives of others in distress touch the raw nerves of our own soul. Years back, one day,  I happened to visit an orphanage. I was not in the best of my moods -  depressed and not so happy with the Vagaries of life and it's circumstances. The orphanage -  an old British era home, was filled with noises of kiddish chatter. A little girl around 6 - 7 years old sitting in a corner of a room caught my eye. She was staring into the oblivion - no where. The hollowness of her little sunken eyes devoid of even a tiny speck of a sparkle spoke of the immense suffering inside her heart. She wasn't deaf or dumb, I learnt that she had barely spoken a word since she was brought to the home for the kids. My eyes...

Twilight Love

 Love is devotion. Love is the greatest power of existence. Love gives hope. Love makes life beautiful. In the twilight of life, the bodies become frail but love makes bonds stronger. Love is all about caring and care lets souls be bonded to each other till eternity.  This is a beautiful story of an elderly couple. At 74, the lady suffers from peripheral neuropathy, a condition of the nerves that makes the limbs weak. With restricted hand movements, she finds it difficult to do her daily little chores but she isn't flustered a bit because her man is around her all the time, helping her in every small thing -  he helps her dress up, holds her when she stands and brings her what she wants notwithstanding his own dementia at 79. ❤️  "He doesn't tie my hair properly" she tells her son and daughter in law so she calls them to tie her hair. He, on the other hand, barely remembers names. He has lost orientation to dates and years but his weak memory doesn't deter him bec...

EMPATHY, GRATITUDE AND A BOND OF A LIFETIME.

pub-3598274830417866 Fifteen years back, a frail 59 years old man was referred to me by a physician. He was a poor man, habituated to tobacco for years. He walked in with a mortal fear of the white patches in his mouth. He dreaded that he had cancer. His deep, sunken eyes spoke a lot more about his fear that his words couldn't do justice to.   This is a story of a patient who touched my life beautifully...   I medicated and counselled him. It didn't take much efforts to convince him on giving up tobacco. Three weeks down the line he had kicked his addiction. I got to know that he had little money for the medicines that i prescribed. His sons didn't get along well with him. He was a severely stressed man with little resources and even lesser hope.   Despite being called for follow up every 15 days, he used to turn up every fifth ..sixth day. I realised the fear of an imagined 'Cancer' was lurking in his mind. I stopped charging him and always helped him with whatever...