9th Sept, 2021, Mumbai, India
Trying to keep off from writing the gory details but the last few days have been tough! From the 7th floor of Homi Bhabha Tata Cancer Hospital, the world looks grim and it’s upto you to look for hope in the tiniest of things! So here’s a random list of little moments that have brought me from Day 1 that is the worst of them all to Day 4 which is slowly dawning bright!
The metro in its cool blue, wow green and baby pink colours looks like a happy worm sneaking slowly upon you with barely a care in the air. It has YAY written on it and makes you realise that every day is YAY if you look at life like that.
The tall-rise buildings are so many amidst the British built hospitals that surround this patch of Mumbai! The tall buildings have twinkling stars, possibly flashlights that shine like the North Star and make sure that all the planes flying above know of its presence. Am I the only one who thinks that these tall-rise buildings are possibly like lighthouses in an ocean of traffic! Sometimes the clouds take over and shroud the building tops with their mystery. At night the whole world from this floor looks like a thousand fireflies have burst into a celebratory dance! They are actually the lights from the traffic and the buildings surrounding us.
Maa told me a story about someone that she knows who is really young, barely 30 and has a stoma bag attached, my quick reaction at first is damn, there goes his social life and then I sink into the situation and realise isn’t it great to be just alive instead of focusing on the bad, let’s focus on the good in the bad. It could have been worse than a stoma bag, and yet it’s not!
I literally scan the busy streets of Mumbai for doggos and it’s tough to spot one with the rains dropping fierce water bullets on me! I rush to buy a black non-descript umbrella! But there are so many cats at Tata Cancer, how, possibly furry therapy works in cat’tastrophic situations! Watching them groom and lick themselves to delete any speck of dirt or grime is therapeutic enough while waiting for the reports to show all is clear!
Waiting for a lift to reach me back to the floor and I read the instructions as “Life will not stop at 7,8,9 & 10” when it’s actually Lift will not stop at…! It’s a daze, people flit in and out with a pink pass, including me and the security tells me that I cannot carry a coconut inside since people have managed to fill up the coconut with hard drinks and I chuckle at the funniness of the situation!
By day 3, I’m an old face and they know me as the attendant of room no XYZ. Freedom incoming in a few days but till then deep inhales and loud exhales is the way to go! Ordering chicken clear soup now, also can’t stop raving about the book Atomic Habits, it’s a habitual masterpiece! ☺️ Bottoms up to life!
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