SPARKS WE SHARED

Water waves and her breath are alike

She did not believe her love would throw her into the river. The cold ebbing waves played with her last breath. Her eyes were losing the battle to the roaring water. Seldom we feel such choking. Seldom we believe in reality. Seldom we try to surrender. Seldom we accept our demons. She felt the same. Heart betrayed, breath stolen, lung yearning and eyes fighting not to close forever.

The clock on the opposite wall stuck one a.m. and Nehmat was too worried about her wife, Aylishay, who left in emergency. Nehmat first thought it might be some patient at her hospital but later felt he was wrong because eight hours have passed. She even did not take her cell phone with her. He tried to call at hospital but his calls went unanswered. He could not cope up with his wife and her unexplained escapes. It was 2016 when he got to a double accident. First, a physical accident due to his reckless driving on road and second, a heart accident at hospital when in delirium, he saw an angelic figure, blue eyed, red cheeked and light red lipstick wearer. Her face was weary as if all the tensions of the world were soaked by her. She looked worried and first words he heard in his unconscious state were:

"Patient 101! Is your head hurting?"

What could he answer to that because it was not his head but his heart. It was all in his heart. The agony of his brother bullying him and his loneliness. Both of brothers had lost their only parent, their mother. So it was probable for both to suffer. The post traumatic period is always filled with accidents. There lies a need of redemptive love to bail the prisoners of their miseries and woes.

One thing that was uncertain for Nehmat was that he found someone asking questions. Someone who would ask him about his health. Someone who would call him by clear fixed name. Someone who would care. But he has lot to do to reach that ray of hope. Even love is not an exhibited and exposed rose to pluck so easily. Even if you pluck it, you cann't make it join its roots again. Consider it. Impressions play an important role in implanting a pleasant emotion in others heart. You can call them seeds. They grow into plant of love unknowingly. And then comes period of maturity when you come to know your feelings about someone. Love is slow process but for Nehmat it was progressing faster day by day.

Everytime she told him:

"Patient 101! you are recovering".

He knew he really was. His short stay of five days at hospital bed made him yearn for more accidents. Because for him, injuries were directly proportional to the encounters with that doctor. His newly bred feelings were in maturity state. And you all know when a jug is full, there is a danger of its overflowing. The only rescue is to pour some in other jug. That means to confess what you feel. But that was difficult for Nehmat because they never talked longer. That was the time back then. Seldom does time change. Seldom they talked back then and now. Her escapes from home were proof of that fact. He was worried more this time because her last time escape was not worth forgetting.