Another time another place

These feelings have no end
Even if we separate,
I will meet you again
Another time another place.
If not my voice
My words shall reach you,
I'll return to reside in that heart
For this love is true.
You can move on
You don't have to stop,
It will just be my soul
Protecting round the clock.
One day shall come
Unknowingly you'll grieve,
Silently sliding out as tears
Through your eyes I will leave.
Run your fingers on the pages
Read my words to embrace,
& we shall meet again
Another time another place.

~Auldrin©

Specially challenged (TheTelegraphicTales)

Today while working in the ER I encountered a young patient​, a boy 17yrs of age, who could not hear or speak since birth. He was accompanied by his mother who somehow managed to tell us that he has stomach ache. He was so restless that I could myself understand this much from his body language and my clinical knowledge. I started giving him some injections which would relieve his symptoms but they weren't of much help. I called up a friend who knew sign language so as to communicate with him but his mother informed that he is not educated. And there I felt the floor slipping away from under my foot, what did I just hear? A deaf & dumb boy, how will he express himself? If his two senses aren't working he still has other senses intact. He can see, he can write but his parents never realised that how important it is to express oneself. Shocked and surprised at the same time, on knowing the family history, the couple had 4 kids of which one was specially challenged. While there are many NGOs, schools and other health & education ​systems established for providing the necessary information and teaching, at a minimal cost, very much affordable and sometimes free as well yet people don't use them. The parents were spending money in lakhs for the education of their three kids but not a single penny for this child only because they thought what will he do with education. You be rich or poor but if you don't have the ability of expressing you cannot help your ownself. We talk about the big changes we want, well this is where we need to start. All the knowledge I gained in these years was useless today in front of him for even if I had known the sign language he wouldn't understand me at all. We tried counseling his parents but they didn't pay much heed to our words & took away our mysterious patient, discharging on risk bond. I could only silently pray for him because that's what we do all the time after we are done with the medicinal treatment, pray to God to handle the rest!

~Auldrin© 

Sharing (TheTelegraphicTales)

This goes back to the time in the 90's when nanu was still with us, all of us happy inside our bubble which we thought was protected even by the heaviest of the rains. He was a grandfather to nine kids and loved each of them with all of his heart. He had a habit of feeding the roadside beggers, conversing with the tea-stall  vendors, newspaper man, postman like they were all his friends and their stories were important to be heard. Everyday on returning home he would buy fresh vegetables & meat and ask grandma to cook her best recipes so that he can feed everyone he meets the next morning well. But all these are stories I've heard growing up except for the one in which we, the grandkids were an essential part. Everyday he bought chocolates and candies equally as well as of the same flavours in the multiples of nine which on returning home he would keep in different packets dividing for each of his grand child. We got our packets during every meeting and they used to be refilled by the time we got to see him again. It took me years after he passed away to realise what he had been doing all those years, teaching us the lesson of 'sharing' by dividing in his own style. He was different but so are we, togetherness is what we learnt and promised to remain the same forever.

Eternal love

Fumes

Rust

Graphic novels (TheTelegraphicTales)

You see and feel,
All stories don't need words!

I picked up a graphic fiction from the store today, the 'Legends of Halahala' by Appupen. It's a silent classic tales of love and adventure from a mythical world through different periods​ of history. When I decided to start with it my initial reaction was, What is this? What is wrong with me? What did I just buy? but after an hour I made my favourite tea and thought about patiently taking a look at each and every page. Maybe that's what the artists want people to do. Their distinctive art is beyond our imagination yet the more it reaches to different regions the more it would be understood. Finally that is what I did, sat down with my cup of tea and looked at each and every picture, turning every single page carefully so as to not miss anything, until the very end where to my surprise I understood my version of the stories. Captivated in an era where my time seized. The artist is surely fascinating and was successful in making my first attempt at graphic novel awesome, leaving me hungry for more.
Signing out for now.

©Auldrin❤

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