A man i lost. A man with all his faults but a kind compassionate caring silent presence that was taken for granted.
If he was present it was always meant good memories for me.
A 555 box reminds me of him. For a long time when those boxes of tobacco was still not selling in India anyone who visited from america had to bring a carton of those for daasaab.
The time that i as a little child took a bus all alone in the big bad world where monsters still existed under the bed to the town where he stayed with my great grand mother while my mother realised i wasnt home a day after i left while he taught me to ride a cycle. The big people cycle without the safety wheels in a ground which no longer exists replaced by tall buildings.
The doctor saab from pre independence who eventually became dasaab and is finally free from his cage that limited him.
The only reason i kept going back home is no longer a reason.
Nothing holds me anymore.
Nothing comes easily.
Feel this empty space.
Nothing is as it seems
I just lost everything.
All i want is to feel your embrace...
Rest in peace daasaab maamaa.
I will always miss you.
When we say theres a tumor. We dont always mean it in a bad way. Its just a bunch of cells hat are not supposed to be where they are because we, asoctors have a fixed idea of whats normal and whats not.
Atleast medically anyway.
There are a few tumors like the one that grows on your kidney which makes you happy all the time.
And when we take it out.
The high disappears. The mood returns to normal.
What happens when people around prefered you when you were buzzed and happy coz the tumor kept u happy?
What happens when they cant handle the normal you and would rather have just left that mass right where it was.
What happens then.
How does it work then?
Would they just leave you and walk away? Would they wish that they had never brought you i to the ER?
