From & To Sathish #6 - Page 108

Avan Aval Adhu 627

Hotel-Dieu established by the catholic church to serve the poor and needy in 651 AD, is the top casualty centre for dealing with emergency cases, being the only emergency centre for the first nine arrondissements and being the local centre for the first four. If you remember my post about facades and looks to suit occasions a few days ago, you will then understand why that post came to be and why all my posts sometimes veer away from the story.

Well, the topic that I broach that day for that particular chapter,steers me away and forces my hand and mind to write more about them in detail rather than bury them away like

we do our loved ones when we bury them away inside pages in small passport sized Obituaries. Yes, I do pause when I see dead people on walls and in newspapers and yes, I do whisper a prayer for their soul and my own soul. Just to add to them wallpaper obituaries, sometimes I find them being chewed on my cows and calves. From tree to paper and paper to poster and poster to cud and in the end Dung. Carl Jung I am not.

Dhanashekara Pandyan stood in the silence of the Maze that was the Pathology department deep in the belly of one of the oldest hospitals in the world. He heard the building speak to him and hearing it warn him about something, closed his eyes and placed his left hand on the wall near him and heard more. He heard whispers and wails and cries of help of mortal lives that were nearly immortal in their ghostly lives and heard them scream for mercy and for relief.

Feeling something crawling on his arm that he had placed on the wall of the ancient hospital, Dhana opened his eyes to see what was going and gasped in shock, slight fear and in wonder as he saw the markings on his left forearm move and wriggle around like a bunch of snakes that had just emerged from their shells.

' This is a new development even for our own kind. I am sure this is something new for us brothers for none of them have mentioned this phenomenon move in this strange manner ' and he did what he thought was the best thing to do under the given circumstances. He tried calling Azhagan but was unable to reach him and after a few more tries sent him a voice message explaining the movement of the markings on his arm.

Then realizing that time was running out for Gayatri, Dhana quickly turned the corridor and walked towards the brightly lit room and even from far he saw her lying in the bed with a few tubes running in and out of her body.

The two male nurses looked up at him and relaxed after Dhana showed them his police credentials and to gain their trust told them about his talk with Dr Thomas whom he had just met in the corridor.

' In fact, Dr Thomas mentioned that this woman might not make it through the night ' and looked at them questioningly and saw the answers written in their faces.

' Gentlemen, I need your help. I have an idea on how to save this lady. I am not sure if it is going to work but I want to try. Will you help me please?'

The older and senior of the two nurses asked him what he wanted help with and when Dhana told them what he had in mind, both shook their heads nervously, ' Now way sir. This lady is under the care of Dr Beatrice and there will be consequences if we try to treat her on our own. Please forgive us.'

Dhanashekara Pandyan stared at them and asked them, ' Are you sure you don't want to help me help this poor lady who is fighting for her life?' and smiled in a strange and hypnotic manner and the two nurses smiled back and replied, ' Of course we will help you sir. We will do exactly what you tell us to do.'

A couple of minutes later, Dhana watched his blood flow into a bag and then a little while later watched as the same blood flowed into Gayatri and soon flowed into her heart, her soul and into her womb and into the tiny existence of two new lives.

Where his breath had saved her from instant death and halted its arrival temporarily, his blood now coursed through her and her babies and gave her new life. A strange, new but powerful life.

Feeling a movement in his left arm, Dhana growled and pulling back his jacket's sleeve stared at the markings move around and wondered what was going on.

' Only Azhagan and I have these markings on our left forearm. Does that mean something? Are they trying to tell me something?'

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https://yalereview.org/article/lydia-davis-object-of-desire?utm_medium=email&utm_source=pocket_hits&utm_campaign=POCKET_HITS-EN-DAILY-RECS-2024_06_07&sponsored=0&position=9&category=fascinating_stories&scheduled_corpus_item_id=f0283dd0-1c60-45ab-bb06-d18ff6dcf580&url=https://yalereview.org/article/lydia-davis-object-of-desire

In Objects of Desire, a writer meditates on an everyday item that haunts them.

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Avan Aval Adhu 628

"The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being." Dag Hammarskjold

The day was coming to a swift end with the sun racing down into the west. The day that had heralded the arrival of the sun with shades of pinks and hues of oranges and reds and had then metamorphized into a not so bright day now slowly was returning to its twilight clothing.

The December air around the forest of Perumalvaram sensing the setting of the sun began dropping its temperature. Birds of all kinds that had only the sun and its light as a common factor among them alerted their kith and kin to rush back to their night time roosts and makeshift homes.

In the slowly darkening world of the twilight sun Malar stood watching her king, leader husband, lover, friend and guide and wondered what was troubling him. Azhagan had not been himself for the past few days. Malar had resisted the urge to ask him what was weighing or preying on his mind but she could take it no more, for he was not just her king and husband, but her entire existence.

She knew that he had heard her but he did not move or recognise it. She knew that he must have felt her and even heard her thoughts but he showed no signs of having done so. She threw her arms around him from behind and rested her face on his massively muscled back and gently kissed it.

' My lord, what is it? What is troubling you? ' she enquired in a soft and polite voice and not getting any answer from him, dropped her hands walked and stood face to face with him and with her eyes now doing the asking instead of her lips.

She searched his eyes and realising that they were shut to her stepped back from him and whispered in reverence, ' You are the wisest, strongest and one of the oldest living thing on this planet..' and stopped seeing Azhagan seeing her with a knowing smile on his face.

' My Lord, I know what that look means for I have been your student for many centuries now. If that is true and if I know you well, then it is obvious and a given that you know me better and also know yourself better than anybody else. So, stop chiding me and reminding me of the Sponges and Corals in the deep waters of oceans and seas that have a lifespan of 10,000 years or more and yes, I know pine and spruce trees can live for more than 5,000 years.'

The sun hung low in the sky, a round fiery apple shape star throwing reds and oranges through the twilight clouds and Malar saw them reflect in his eyes and from the way he angled his head to his left, she knew that he was thinking about it, that so called Tree in the middle of their forest.

' My lord, it looks like a tree but sometimes it also behaves like an animal ' and joining his eyes in the direction of the strange tree, ' I am sorry but a tree is not supposed to move but this one moves and more so when you are near it.'

A smile erupted in his majestic face and his arms opened and she rushed into them and stood looking up into his eyes.

' Malar, that tree is more than just what it appears to our eyes ' Azhagan told her as his lips brushed her left ear and then she yelped and moaned as he slowly trailed kisses down her nape and throat.

In the dying fires of a new sunset, new fires erupted in a nuclear fusion as their bodies came together in desire, need but mostly in love. In love, with love they made more love.

She lay on top of him looking down at his face and approached tentatively what was bothering him and thus was bothering her.

' My king, what is it?'

' Dhana and Gayatri.'

' What about them, my Lord? Are they in danger? No, that cannot be for then you would not here lying under me. Instead, you would have been right there with Dhana who you consider your favourite and firstborn.'

His closed eyes, closed lips, and closed mind offered nothing by way of an answer or even the tiniest wisp of understanding which would enable her to understand the nature of what was troubling him.

' You are here worrying about Dhana, who is there in Paris as per your request watching over Gayatri. You sensed something going on there and that is why you sent him to France nearly two months ago. He has done what was needed of him and has protected her till now and I am sure that he will continue to do so until the problem has been solved or destroyed.'

Azhagan opened his eyes and looked at his companion of nearly 800 years who had once been mortal but was now nearly immortal. Nearly but not completely and the same applied for him and all those like him.

' My queen, you spoke about sponges and corals that have lived for more than 10,000 years and the " Tree " that is even older than that. But there are certain things in this world and out in the universe that are much older than all of them and us. There are some energies that are beyond the time scales of even this present Universe itself.'

' My Lord, you mean matter, elements and their recycling process, right. You are talking about stars erupting into life and dying after millions and billions of years and seeding and birthing others stars in their death throes 'she asked him nervously but all the while she knew she was talking about the wrong things.

' Malar, lets put aside these time scales and for a moment lets discuss what is behind the existence of this Universe. What came or what existed before this known universe which is supposedly 13.5 billion years old.'

Malar sat up on his rock hard abs and looked at him with uneasy eyes and asked, ' Where are you going with these thoughts and specifically why now when we are talking about Dhana and Gayatri? Are they in danger?'

Closing his eyes, Azhagan fell silent and Malar knew what it meant and knew that the situation was beyond even her king and leader.

Then she heard his voice, ' I have done the best that I could and have sent the best person to handle it. I hope it is enough for if it is not then it is up to whatever power that guides us and all life in this universe.'

Malar's heart began beating in panic as her soul struggled to make sense of her King's words and then he sat up and throwing his arms around her, hugged her tenderly and whispered words of comfort.

' My queen, You, I, and the others are but instruments of this Universe. It knows what it wants and how to go about achieving it. Sometimes it works but other times it does not. Be that as it may, things always go as planned and as per the will of this Universe and what makes its existence possible.'

Lifting her like she was a doll, he slowly slipped into her and tumbling to the ground, lay on top of her and made love to her.

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