Once there was a boy who woke up one cold, rainy morning and decided to go for a jog. Now it was bad weather and his girlfriend mildly chided him for not wanting to stay in bed with her but he smiled lazily as he pulled on his boots. He'd make breakfast for her when he was back and she was fully awake.
He plugs in his earphones and starts his warm up. Shuffle. Play. Shuffle.Play. Skip.Loop.
Imagine Dragons- Not Today comes on. PERFECT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV6UrDhsWN4
And then a sudden screech and a flash and a dash of yellow and BAM.
He's down and out. He's been hit by a cab.
And he wakes up after two days but he can't understand why he can't feel his legs. They're there. he can see it, he can touch it.
But he can't feel it.
He is paralysed, waist downwards.
Sometimes the old familiar feeling returns and he can almost walk- almost walk again. Almost. But not quite. Phantom Limbs.
Perhaps.
Well, what do you say to him? You should have stayed home that morning? Who runs on rainy mornings? It will get better. Maybe. But how much?
And does that even matter?
How much should be enough before he is allowed euthanasia?
Why is it not legal here?
Will he walk again? Perhaps. Will he run again? Difficult.
We must realise that there are certain things that once broken, don't work again the same way anymore.
Some people splinter their spine and can't feel their legs.
It is an accident but it's done.
You can blame anyone but it doesn't change anything.
Sometimes physio works and they recover.
And sometimes they don't.
It's not that they don't WANT to walk again.
Hell, they'd do anything to go back to how things used to be, but some experiences are watershed moments and you can't go back to how things were before.
They have instances when they feel their phantom limb
but it isn't there.
It is the same for those who splinter their hearts.
Maybe even worse.
Because a heart still works, even if you can't feel it anymore.
If you didn't blame the boy for his paralysis.
Why do you blame me for mine?
He plugs in his earphones and starts his warm up. Shuffle. Play. Shuffle.Play. Skip.Loop.
Imagine Dragons- Not Today comes on. PERFECT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JV6UrDhsWN4
And then a sudden screech and a flash and a dash of yellow and BAM.
He's down and out. He's been hit by a cab.
And he wakes up after two days but he can't understand why he can't feel his legs. They're there. he can see it, he can touch it.
But he can't feel it.
He is paralysed, waist downwards.
Sometimes the old familiar feeling returns and he can almost walk- almost walk again. Almost. But not quite. Phantom Limbs.
Perhaps.
Well, what do you say to him? You should have stayed home that morning? Who runs on rainy mornings? It will get better. Maybe. But how much?
And does that even matter?
How much should be enough before he is allowed euthanasia?
Why is it not legal here?
Will he walk again? Perhaps. Will he run again? Difficult.
We must realise that there are certain things that once broken, don't work again the same way anymore.
Some people splinter their spine and can't feel their legs.
It is an accident but it's done.
You can blame anyone but it doesn't change anything.
Sometimes physio works and they recover.
And sometimes they don't.
It's not that they don't WANT to walk again.
Hell, they'd do anything to go back to how things used to be, but some experiences are watershed moments and you can't go back to how things were before.
They have instances when they feel their phantom limb
but it isn't there.
It is the same for those who splinter their hearts.
Maybe even worse.
Because a heart still works, even if you can't feel it anymore.
If you didn't blame the boy for his paralysis.
Why do you blame me for mine?
Well written ma'am ��✌��
ReplyDeleteThanks Jatin!
DeleteLovely. Simple yet with hidden reality shades....
ReplyDeleteThanks Chirag!
DeleteWow, I really like the clever this simple yet clever twist. Was this a metaphor? It's really getting me to think. I really like your format of writing. Would you say this was a short story..poem?
ReplyDeleteThis was more like a personal rant. Not exactly a poem. :) Thank you Becky.
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