Chapter 1
TO LIVE IS NOT TO SURVIVE
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MUST USE WORDS [ According to the competition ] :-
- PNEUMONIA - MOUNTAIN - SILICON - SISTER - PENCIL - MITOSIS - MEOSIS - OSMOSIS - SCORPION - PLASTIC - VOLUME - LEAVES - PICTURE - CONSULTANT - COCONUT - PEANUT - SLICE - REVOLT - ECONOMICS - SOCIAL - SCALE - SCARS - AUTONOMOUS - SCIENCE - ATOMIC ...
: STORY :
" They say the word disease comes from dis- ease. But, what if that disease itself becomes an ease or maybe even a wish. ” I closed the journal I wrote 5 years ago, when I was just 15. Those two sentences were more than enough for me today. I was just 15 but I used to feel as if the responsibility of carrying the whole world was on my shoulders. But now. Now I can’t even carry my own self. ′ BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR ′ I wish I knew it before that what you wish for each and every day, someday happens to come true. But what if it isn’t a wish anymore ? you can’t change it...
I snapped out of my thoughts when everyone stood up. Our zoology mam entered into the class and started her lecture before we even sat.
” So today we are going to read an article from the Osmosis - Elsevier’s Global Medical Education Team . ′ the life cycle of rad51 of pneumocystis which causes the life-threatening pneumonia , is expressed during both mitosis and meiosis ”
I placed my textbook open, right in front of my face because I knew that every pair of eye of each and every student present in the class was on me. I placed the pencil inside my blue silicon pouch and took a sip of warm water from my flask. the Lecturer continued reading the article. I tried to listen , but all I could do was hear. I respected zoology class all throughout my life until that moment. and in that moment I couldn’t help but think that it would have been better if I was in any other class. Social maybe, I started showing more interest towards social, ever since I got this disease. its only when they talk about revolts breaking out of nowhere and people killing each other that I feel lucky for myself. cause, at least I know that I’ll die, but they didn’t and neither did their families. or maybe economics, because it talks about money, and money is the foremost thing which comes to my mind when my dad buys me expensive medicines, spending all the money he had saved to buy a new house maybe, or maybe for a future he realized I would never have. Or else, any other part of science, like physics, maybe I’d be interested in learning about a new theory which explains about atomics or a method to prevent atoms of disease like pneumonia from multiplying to much that it gobbles up a whole human being.
The bell ringed and my day in the college ended. thank god. I walked out of the hallway as fast as I could and stood outside waiting for my sister to arrive. the car drew up right in front of me and I got in.
" ready for the checkup ? ” she asked.
" you didn’t tell me it was today ” I said.
" I did ”
" when ? ”
" three days ago ”
" and you hope I remember it. funny ”
" you’ve got lung’s disease, not brain’s ”
Wow. and here is my sister , just like everyday. speaking about my lobar pneumonia, so casually, as if its just flu.
" we can shift that appointment to some other day ” I said.
" no way. remember what the consultant said ′ twice in a week , at least ′ ” she said ending the conversation.
That was my misconception about having a disease. I thought everyone would feel pity for me and let me do whatever I want. I thought I would become autonomous. but there I was feeling pity for myself.
she slide two plastic boxes towards me. I opened them and found a coconut bread in one box and peanut butter in the other. well, at least I got my favorite snack. I garbed a slice of bread and spread a small volume of peanut butter over it with my metal scale. funny, i know.
I remembered calling my sister a scorpion, when I was small. it were her words which forced me to class her so. her words used to cut through me like the poison infused by a scorpion, when all I asked for was attention. I guess I have enough of her attention now, she almost became my manager. planning where I should go, what I should eat. she is a good scorpion now.
We reached the hospital just as I threw the last piece of bread into my mouth . the hospital was crowdier than usual so we had to wait for a while. I sat on the waiting chair while my sister went to bring my reports. I was about to take my journal out, when a small girl came running and took a seat next to mine. I couldn’t help but speak to her, aww she was so cute.
" hello. what’s your name ? ” I asked , as pleasingly as I could.
" my name is Chinni. I’m a child of god . ”
" a child of god ? ” I asked before I could even think.
" my mother told me to say that every time. she said it will remind me of where I belong. she says god can love me more than she can ever. she also gave me this picture. ” she said showing me a frame she was holding in her hands the whole time. it was a picture of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen. it had mountains of clouds and trees with golden leaves. She lowered the frame back into her lap and that was when I saw weird scars on her hand.
" do you know this place ? ” she asked.
" no I don’t ” I replied.
" this is heaven. only special people have entry into it ” she came closer and whispered ” and I’m one of them “.
My heart skipped a beat. no way. not her too.
" aren’t you sad that you’ll have to leave your home for that ? ” I asked.
" no ” she answered firmly ” what if I was scared to come to earth too. then I would have never been able to meet my mom. I believe it’s an opportunity to meet someone else who is as loving as my mom. ”
Her words dived deep into my heart. how a small girl has understood something so beautifully , something which I wasn’t even able to digest for weeks. her words lit a light of hope and faith in my heart. I started to feel privileged that at least I that moment was mine.
" Chinni ” a lady’s voice called across the hallway. she stood up and was about to run. but she didn’t , she stood in front of me with her hands wrapped around the frame and asked ” well, you asked me who I am, but you didn’t tell me who you are ”
I smiled and said ” I’m just another child of god, sweetheart. ” .
