What do you do, when there is nothing you can do?
‘I cannot wait’
foils every attempt to counter it.
A man lived in another land, wanted
to travel to his younger sister who wasn’t well.
“No need, she will be okay,” his younger brother dissuaded
over phone calls, knowing his brother would be stressed
seeing his sister. “Wait till my fractured arm heals,
I’ll come, I want to help your sister,” wife tried
many times. “Wait till my project finishes,
I want to go back to India with you,”
daughter attempted, she knew
the journey wasn’t easy.
“I cannot wait; what if
If one is pulled towards
there is then tearing away from.
And so, he did spend time
in the land of his sister, his homeland.
How glad his heart was to see her, how fulfilled
— thinking, solving, how frustrated he could not do more.
He grew agitated, anxious,
knowing he had to leave her soon.
Worry for a life
seeps into bones, banishes rest.
wanted to stay till he boarded.
“It’s a long drive. It will be late
when you reach home. I will be okay.”
Reluctant hearts say goodbye. A call at midnight:
“My flight got delayed. I am in a hotel, stroke medicine
is in my luggage, I packed it, thinking I would be home in time
for the next dose. Could you get it for me?” He called his wife, too.
A night of worry,
Running, you reach the finish line victorious
but it says: ‘Wrong Race’.
Younger brother must
find a doctor, get a prescription.
He succeeds. He and son search, but
it could not be filled in their town. Must get
to the hotel. We will find it there, in the bigger
city. Two-hour drive. They search, find it, hurry
to the hotel’s reception: “Please, get this medicine to my brother.”
“He was rushed to the hospital thirty minutes ago. His room-mate
found him, nose-bleeding, unable to talk.”
This man survived a stroke. Months later,
from hospitals in India, Singapore, Malaysia — he is home.
who had treated him
after the first stroke five
years back, said through tears:
“It’s as if a car crashed, on a road
quite far from your home. Glass and stones
fly. One stone hits a lamppost, ricochets, hits a roof,
ricochets, then hits your father as he is opening the front gate,
striking him down.”