Rediscovering love


Nostalgia

“New Years’ Eve, 2014 will be on us in a few hours from now, thought Surya to himself. It had been a tough 3 months now, but he was still in control. Sitting on the terrace of his house, he looked back to last New Years’ Eve.

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2012 had been a bad year for Surya.

Meghna, the love of his life had gone to Jamaica on a nursing assignment with her batch-mates from college in October and unfortunately got caught up in the deadliest hurricane of the 2012 Atlantic Hurricane Season, Hurricane Sandy. The bus in which they had been travelling came right under a falling electric pole and the six passengers in the front 3 seats were immediately electrocuted. Surya couldn’t quite bring himself to accept the fact that she was no more.

While his mind understood that this was a quirk of fate, an act of God and could not have been prevented, his heart couldn’t quite reconcile to it. After all, this was the same girl for whose love he had abandoned his entire family, left them in the lurk while he went ahead, got a tourist visa to Jamaica and wooed her, and made her fall in love with him.

JamaicaBeach+sepiaThe memories of the few days of bliss that they had spent together on the Jamaican beaches, in the sunshine, wandering around with gay abandon without a care in the world were still fresh. In fact, he could still feel the cool salty winds caressing him in the face which reminded him of all the walks into the sunset on these beaches.

When all the rum and other assorted varieties of alcohol didn’t help him overcome his grief, he turned to drugs. What started off as snorting coke soon graduated into injecting heroin and other exotic forms of ‘cocktail designer drugs’. And soon Surya was addicted to the needle. He needed his fix every few hours. And in a few days his mind was numbed out to everything around him, he finally couldn’t think of Meghna anymore.

narcotic-drugs=revised

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On one such evening when he was ‘high’, Surya was riding his bike on one of the cliffs in the Jamaican countryside. As was the norm these days, the entire landscape was a blur and he was riding the bike purely on his instincts. The roads near the Negril Cliffs in this region were quite notorious for their blind hairpin turns and it was on one such turn that the little girl happened to run across the road.

Seeing her flaming yellow dress appearing out of nowhere in front of his bike, Surya immediately swerved to his left, off the road. Since he was riding reasonably fast, he ended up totaling his bike and crashing down around 20-25 feet off the edge of the cliff onto a narrow ledge on the side. He immediately passed out.

The next thing he remembered was waking up in a hospital where he learnt that he had multiple fractures on his left leg and he had slipped a couple of discs in his spinal cord as well. This effectively meant that he was stuck in hospital for at least 12-15 weeks with only the other patients in his room for company.

Given that he was in a hospital, his newest best friends, the deadly cocktail of narcotics wouldn’t be available to him, and the doctor who clearly realized his addiction by virtue of having analyzed Surya’s blood samples thought that this would be a good time to put him on a ‘de-addiction’ routine as well.

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The next few weeks saw a lot of patients being moved in and out of Surya’s room which he had to compulsorily share with one more patient. Given that he had nothing else to do, Surya ended up befriending each and every one of them. Starting from a 9 yr old girl who was a terminally ill cancer patient who had been abandoned by her poor family to a 89 yr old man who had lost all his memories due to Alzheimer’s’ Disease, he was exposed to a myriad variety of people, and by virtue of spending at least a week with them, Surya managed to get an insight into their lives and how almost each and every one of them still held the hope of a better tomorrow.

alzheirmers-disease-revisedWhile the little girl knew that she had a horrible disease which meant that she would have to take bitter medicines and that her hair would never grow long and lustrous, she still managed to find her smiles by playing ‘make believe’ games with her two dolls and Surya. While the old man couldn’t quite remember things coherently, he still enjoyed the warm sunshine streaming in through the windows every dawn and dusk and was able to look into the horizon with a smile on his face.

It was then that Surya realized that while the loss of Meghna was a terrible one and something that could not be changed, he still had his whole life in front of him. And by the time he was back on his feet after 4 months of therapy, he had decided that all these days he had missed the one person he loved the most – himself.

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Yes, 2012 and 2013 had been bad years for Surya, but 2014 heralded a new beginning in more ways than one for him. And this time around, his priorities were clear, he wanted to live, and live a full life at that.

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This post is written for WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts where the idea is to publish at least one post a day based on the prompts provided.

Today’s prompt was “What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.” And the post was a fictional story woven around Surya missing his ‘true self’.

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44 thoughts on “Rediscovering love

  1. WOW. This was an amazing story which left me sad in the beginning and feeling hope at the end. Sometimes it takes us going through quite a bit of hell to realize very important life facts and find oneself in the bargain. Just brilliant. Bravo! ♥

    • @Kathy, thank you so much for the kind words. I usually am very hesitant to attempt stories in this genre, but your kind words encourage me to try more 🙂

  2. This story touched me, and the way it was narrated made it stay with me for a while after I read it. I love how the Sun rose in the end, However, for me, the sadness over shadows and is here to stay in some corner of Surya’s mind. However, what is here to stay is the ingrained lesson.of looking ahead and beyond the ugly present . And that makes this piece one that everyone should read. 🙂

    • @Sakshi, thank you so much for the kind words regarding the story 🙂 I personally am extremely uncomfortable writing stories like this one and the recent novella “The Confession” as I am not too sure if I am hitting the right chord with the readers. The fear of being too melodramatic and very mushy and soppy deters me from attempting too much writing in this genre, dealing with human emotions 🙂 But kind and honest comments like yours are extremely motivating 🙂

  3. That’s a touching story of hope and I think it was such a nice way of making Surya realise how to eventually find true meaning of hi s life. I think more often than not, most people take their life for granted and keep finding faults with their own self. I think we must learn to open our minds to avenues beyond ourselves. That’s how we truly can understand ourselves better.

    • @Kajal, so true, if all of us learnt to look beyond ourselves and be a little more open to new experiences, learning from others’ then all our lives will be enriched with them 🙂

    • @Vidya, thank you so much for the kind words 🙂 Really appreciate the encouragement for this post which is in a genre which I am not too comfortable with 🙂

  4. Good one Jairam… the message applies to all of us doesnt it.. to look beyond the problem, the lows we go through…. there is so much more to life

    • @Seeta, thanks for the kind words, yes, there is so much more to life than just the immediate problems and issues we face

  5. Mahabore, take a bow 🙂 You have officially outdone yourself (again). Yes, the story starts off on a slightly sad note and is slightly reminiscent of “Suriya’s character in Vaaranam Aayiram”. But the realisation and deciding to face life inspite of tragedies is something we all could learn. Highs and lows are part and parcel of life. Yes, somethings never go away, but merely get covered up with other things. often better things. Beautifully written

    • @Sid, you clearly identified where I got my inspiration for this story from 🙂 But the bigger message that this story was trying to convey was that we should not allow the lows to get to us and be broken by them. We should always strive to keep trying to live our lives a little more optimistically, that’s all 🙂

  6. This one was a bit longer, so I had postponed reading it, till now. Read it in one go. A touching narrative. Your ‘chhapa’ is present throughout, and there were so many hidden messages inside, even though the central idea is ‘ rediscovery of self’. Looking forward to reading more of these from you.
    Along with the mystifying mythological mumblings, that is 🙂

    • @Sreeja, thanks a lot for the kind words. And by my ‘chappa’ I assume you are referring to something complementary and nice 🙂 But, jokes apart, thanks a lot for the encouraging words, they motivate me to write better 🙂

  7. Wonderful story and very well narrated. When things doesn’t happen as we wish, we always tend to give up on ourselves and start destroying ourselves. Glad Surya found a way out of his grief.

    🙂

  8. Well-written story starting with despair and finally ending with hope. Tragedies and disappointments of the past cannot be wiped out or wished away, but must not be allowed to overwhelm the present and the future.

  9. A powerful story indeed about keeping our spirits high and never lose hope attitude. Loved the way you narrate it through fiction.😃😃

    • @Niharika, thank you so much, glad you enjoyed the post 😀 and thanks for making me read it again, almost a year and a half since it had been written 🙂

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