She lies in bed. Staring at her hand. First, the left and then the right and back at the left. And just like that, the motionless fingers move. First, the thumb, then the ring-finger swiftly followed by the index and the middle finger. Nothing extravagant, just simple quick abrupt motions.
This amazes her. A varying seed of a thought has constantly flitted across her consciousness but refused to stay long enough to become a thought, a realization and an epiphany on its whole.
Her gaze shifts to the right limb and the exercise is repeated. Soon enough the legs are stretched beyond the quilt and the tiny 'obscene yet beautiful' toes are shaken from their slumber. One by one and in no particular order. And just as easy, the seed that became a thought matures into a realization.
She takes a step back.
All she needed was to think it. No, all she needed was to look at it. Visualize it even and lo, 'Bob's your uncle'. What would it feel like to be denied this. You visualize, you look, you think, you make a concerted effort and it just stared back at you. Comatose. What then.?
Would she value this inexplicable gift more then.? Once it is gone. Like the time, she hurt her legs and couldn't walk, run or trip. How much did she miss the trip where, she could brush off the rubble, laugh at the scar and blow away the pain. Immeasurable.
She knew now, the epiphany wasn't too far away. Heck, she didn't even have to make a concerted effort or look for it, or even think about it. Nay, not even a visualization was needed. For it had enveloped her. Like only an epiphany can.
This amazes her. A varying seed of a thought has constantly flitted across her consciousness but refused to stay long enough to become a thought, a realization and an epiphany on its whole.
Her gaze shifts to the right limb and the exercise is repeated. Soon enough the legs are stretched beyond the quilt and the tiny 'obscene yet beautiful' toes are shaken from their slumber. One by one and in no particular order. And just as easy, the seed that became a thought matures into a realization.
She takes a step back.
All she needed was to think it. No, all she needed was to look at it. Visualize it even and lo, 'Bob's your uncle'. What would it feel like to be denied this. You visualize, you look, you think, you make a concerted effort and it just stared back at you. Comatose. What then.?
Would she value this inexplicable gift more then.? Once it is gone. Like the time, she hurt her legs and couldn't walk, run or trip. How much did she miss the trip where, she could brush off the rubble, laugh at the scar and blow away the pain. Immeasurable.
She knew now, the epiphany wasn't too far away. Heck, she didn't even have to make a concerted effort or look for it, or even think about it. Nay, not even a visualization was needed. For it had enveloped her. Like only an epiphany can.
3 comments:
I think this is one of your best work. I guess, moreover, because there's so much mystery in it!
Having spoken to another reader, let me rephrase. I think it is what and how you relate with it.
Nothing more, nothing less. And that, I think is good writing. *so proud*. ;)
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