"ICU's & DANCE OF IRONY_"— % &Seeing a son speak something to his critically ill, intubated father, I stepped back, respecting personal space. But ears don't oblige, do they?
Was he reciting Ayatul kursi, blowing surahs, I wondered. But later heard apology, heard pleasing, heard a son who longed for his father's health & life.
How much ever old & grey we might grow, we never stop being kids to our parents now, do we? — % &And then comes in a wife with tears spewing, asking with brightest of hope, "He'll be okay right?"
And then come the children who still think their father would walk & talk like every day, the next day_ out of this room, and out from this blue walls & tubings.
Now how do I answer that hope without smudging harsh reality onto their faces _ that a pupils not reacting, e1vtm2 guy would be fine? How in the world can I answer that hope when everything's such clueless?— % &Ah, hope! One vile word. Child of love, if I may add. And love? One such meanest thing it is, you see, that can rip you to shards & strip life out despite being all in life. And when people talk about suffering, I've always wondered if they talked about the one actually suffering, or the ones in love with the suffering, or both even?
And in situations where there's least of hope alive, being looked up at for hope, kills. But how to let them know it ain't as simple as it's thought to be? And that despite prime duty being bringing hope onto table, there arrive situations, often more often, that leave us utterly clueless.
— % &Especially critically ill in the ICU's_ a play of illusion, a satire on hope, or call it even a dance of irony_ It's a place where life logs horns with flames of death, either to win over it, or to extinguish thyself.
And in moments like these that come every once in a while, you realise, the momentum of your present, the gravity of breath you're able to respire, the potency of life, and how it's a blessing, to actually just be together_ in all hale & health, with no supports attached, and with loved ones around to share laughter, love, grief, or even a shot of gin! — % &
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