Vintage Point

As a doctor, she had to deal with a varied variety of homo sapiens. Some ill, some terminally ill and rest of them who treated it as a reward of their daily morning walks from their house to the clinic. In the practice of 8 years, Dr. Sonal Jha had seen impeccable people around her and was very much ‘not too shocked ‘ with any kind of adversities her patients exhibit now. Until one day, she sees a man, a big man with a height of 6’2, well built broad structure and biceps nearly equivalent to the doctors meek thighs. He had an old and frail-looking lady in his arms and was very hastily walking towards Jha. Her heart skipped a beat for a second. Na..na..not love, just horror. She was overwhelmed by his speed. The next moment, he entered the clinic said a hie and asked for permission if he should lay her ailing mother to the bed behind the doctor’s chair. To which Jha shyly nodded. She checked on the old woman, was back to her seat and signalled the boys associated for the work t...

She is a facsimile of me, The black woman in the rain.              I see her struggling through the way, but all go by in vain. The lump in her leg makes it tough to move, Like the wound I have which shoves me in a cocoon. The shadow of the woman is so formidable and dark, The dogs around her greet her with the barks . she sees the on goers with an umbrella, raincoat or Car, and wonders to herself if she is left out because of a scar. Deciding for herself which way to go, she laid out a step, Looking at me she smiled as if to sympathize with what all I had wept. She is a facsimile of me… Of all the things she had about herself which cornered me into murk, She did give me the pleasure of guilt that too with a jerk. What was so certain about my resemblance to hers? The tenebrosity which she had in equal amounts as me,   or the grapple she had with the water while everyone...