The thinker, the philosopher
It takes many sorrows to reach happiness.
It takes many a cry to appreciate laughter.
"Mamma, I first understood feelings
When I felt very hurt not when I was very happy."
A child's utterance of a philosophy so deep.
The doctor asked, "Is he a thinker?"
A thinker he is.
A philosopher he may be.
A human with a big heart
he certainly will always be.
The new year
started in the TMC BMT unit. She was shaved, lying flat covered by a warm blanket and S unshaven, in half shirt doing his karma on the narrow bed beside her. Her eyes were calmer than before...the day she left home. It is over, she has done it. But so much remains, the consequences, the pain, all remain. Yet she seemed calm.
Does she know the enormity of what she is going through? The doctors have told her all yet she seems to ignore details and accept the decisions of others in the way ahead. Perhaps in that faith and acceptance lies her strength. Yet she is so fragile, so scared - the fear was visible that day she left. But she has done it. How different strength is from what many people think it to be. The garrulous smiling woman who is scared to cross the road, who shivered at the sight of a needle, does not fit the image - but she has shown herself to be stronger than most of us.
One learns every moment, every day.