I.
I am acutely aware that I'm dwadling in that bardo of intense opposites: one minute I am laughing hysterically till tears are streaming down my cheeks, next minute I am sobbing uncontrollably, and then the next minute I find this whole situation so funny I am curled up in fits of giggles again.
II.
He nurses me with a glass of warm water to my lips. I feel sick, but I drink it down. He pulls me to the shower. I stand idly under the hot streams of droplets for an hour, my mind barely registering the bottles of soap and shampoo arranged neatly in the crevice of the shower wall. When I step out in my blue cotton pyjamas, strands of wet hair clinging to my face, he takes the hair dryer and gently teases my locks dry. The image of me leaning against him while he combs through my hair with his soft fingers, reflected in the full length bathroom mirror, is the last thing I remember before passing out with his hand holding mine.
III.
My mother, is terrified. My father, even more so. Houston, I think we have a problem.
IV.
My mother, is terrified. My father, even more so. Houston, I think we have a problem.
IV.
Black is white and up is down.
V.
The ordeal is over.
4 comments:
atmanam viddhi.
deep.
Very deep, indeed. I still can't understand despite her explanation.
koh: hahaha u and i have the same problem :P
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