The sweaty palms wrung the life out of each other as if every last drop of blood had to be squeezed out. It took only an unholy week to turn her life upside down. “This can’t be real”, there went the mind with its tricks again. “Don’t trust that voice”, a rational warning rang in. “Embrace the truth, Accept your fate”, it urged. “Amor Fatis”, appealed in Latin. Where’s the blanket of truth when you need it to muffle these flames of dubiety? Some jolly novel shipped her thoughts to the copper beeches in Ireland noise-cancelling the beeps of Heart Monitors and IV Pumps. Drowning in the sea of oncological jargon Falling into the vortex of void Searching for that odious rock-bottom absorbed by pettiness, the stone-hearted stoic has now mastered the art of stupor and deadness. Caressing those frail hands that were once mildly manicured hugged by precious rocks are now invaded by plastic lines and protruded veins. Can someone plead to time to halt the cruelty of this multiplication and metastasis? She sat there and stared into nothingness While the savage Gods watched the agony of a child and her Ma. It’s just another day About the author:
Tamizh Ponni VP is an ambivert who loves to express her skills through literature,visual arts and music . She has worked as an IB educator for 7 years and is currently pursuing her M.Tech, PhD integrated course in Data Science. Tamizh sees learning as a never-ending process and with technology integration, it gives her an interesting dimension to knowledge acquisition and skill-building. Her stories were featured in 2 anthology books, "Mia" and "Varna". Tamizh's articles, poems and paintings have also been published in many digital journals and educational blogs.Tamizh spends most of her free time painting, reading, writing articles, stories and poems, playing keyboard and watching documentaries/movies.
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