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Monday, August 22, 2005

Fresh

Aarti could smell the crispy fresh smell of the sheets as she rested my head on the pillow she felt was being transported to heaven. Lying there on her bed she wondered if this the one experienced the bliss of paradise.Mondays were never Aarti's day it always gave a feeling of beginning of a endless tiring journey. But the only thing she looked forward to on Mondays are when the bed linens are taken out for laundry and fresh clean crisp linens are spread across the bed.


Turning her face to the pillow she could smell the floral smell of detergent mixed with a tinge of the smell of the sunlight under which it was dried. The bed was cold and cozy and it proved to be a absolute heaven from the afternoon scorching sun outside. Aarti was relaxed and comfortable on her bed. But she knew that this comfort is a short lived one and it is not going to be the same at the end of the day and it will get worst for days to come during the week.


This bed has been her companion for over six months now, ever since the car accident left her paralyzed below the hip. Initially doctors gave some hope that there would be improvement with continuous physiotherapy and some amount of exercise and medication but as the months passed the doctors words of encouragement seem hollow and hopeless to her Aarti herself lost hopes ever getting out her bed. Last month Doctors have diagnosed that her liver function is weak and its condition will worsen since the accident had damaged its functions. She knew that that cannot be chained to the bed any longer. In days her liver will give up on her and all that will be left will be her body which began the processing of decomposition long before life parted from itself.


For now she wanted to soak in the feeling of freshness she hasn't felt in many days.

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