Miracles

You don't question the first good luck which comes to you, after having felt godforsaken for uncountable years.

And so even I ,the most fact-loving of people,forgot all logic.

When you have been staring at a roof ridden with small LED's for a certain time,you lose your ability to make out faces. All you can see is the dimensions of the person walking towards you,the way they walk. And as is the peculiar superpower of us humans,you can feel where they are looking.
And the dimensions,gait and stare of this person walking towards me...she was my mother.

All around me there was the weird smell which shouts 'sterilie' and 'sick' at the same time.

And through the door,my... My mother was walking toward me! My mother! I am 62 years old. It is about this time that you stop expecting miracles.

Miracles of your mother coming back to life. About this age,you are able to have a vague understanding of death and that there is no God up there tallying our rights and wrongs. And that no amount of prayers will bring back Ma to life.

But here was Ma,very much ....very much here! Very much back!! Ma , walking towards me! Slowly,my eyes began to do what eyes do. This diabetes,makes your eyes not very efficient. But they could sure well recognise the person in whose womb they were formed.

Just listen to me, Doctor! I am NOT CRAZY! Or maybe I am. But that woman was my mother. She has asked me to stop trying. She has asked me. She has spoken to me how painless death is,and how ...how beautiful not-existint is! Please! I am not crazy doctor... She was..is my mother. JUST LET ME GO TO HER!

I am not crazy....

                         -Mahakal Premi