A warrior dies dancing, that’s who I am

 

A little girl, with dreams in her eyes, many dreams, many desires...she wishes to explore the mysteries of the cosmos, rapt in awe and ponder the beauty of the World… marvel at the finesse of creation. With wide open eyes she dreams of trudging through the water, gliding in the blue sky...gazing at the flying birds. Eyes stuffed with wonder she looks at the World which is more fantastic than any dream but then as she grew up she realised in its many wonders it has no guarantees and no securities; diseases plague people who get no help and hence she decided to study medicine and be a doctor to help those people.

Time surely goes fast, as fast as a flowing stream. As the little girl started growing up and preparing herself up towards fulfilling her dream, The Creator might have chortled as life is not orange marmalade, it is not easily got.Life is an uncharted territory in which you have to soldier on with courage. Life is a constant journey honed with dedication where landscape changes with needs and situation. Life is a chance granted once, she thinks we are given no choice,we have been proffered everything in life we have to accept it and build our existence upon it. Life is a War to survive the battlefields. We need dedication, courage. 

The girl was thrown among the rapids as she arrived in a crossroads of her life which upended everything...out of the blue something happened to change the course of her life’s events... it was the untimely death of the Commander of her legion, her dear Father. The girl lost all hope and the World fell apart around her. Daemons stalked, and a great daemon swindled her shelter by trickery and let her get sucked into the vortex of poverty. It was an unpleasant business, like all family quarrels, but it was more than just a family quarrel and  incredibly harsh and cruel things were said and her shelter was swindled leaving her in poverty, at fate’s mercy not knowing what to expect, what to eat and how to arrange her life-saving medicines. The Universe decides, and on the basis of those decisions incidents happen, some people live and some people die. This harsh law is to test how a creature yields out of necessity. For everything in this Universe there’s a season; a time to breakdown, and a time to build up. She was determined enough to never capitulate,never give way, but fight to the last trying to come to terms with the events in her life.Mornings which came with the flaming sunrise became the favourite part of her day, it brought with it hope that this day would be better than yesterday, even if slightly better. Her entreaties were not unheard by the Universe and slowly the terrain of her life smoothed down although studded with sudden  wars which came unannounced, so many that it was difficult to distinguish when one ended, one began; sometimes they even overlapped.To cope with her troubles she had to mutate like her flawed genes to survive the new reality. 

She was an ordinary girl born with a package deal of jinx, a rare disease, hardly acknowledged and recognised. Her experience, as faced, and struggled to survive the disease in an unprecedented situation, in unimaginable difficulties and pain could make her a victim but by winning one by one fourteen wars and remaining unvanquished after seven times tumours blossomed in her brain and with her right eye shutdown she chose to be Warrior Princess. Physical pain of an intolerable magnitude everyone feels but it is a part of her life, so much so that she doesn't mention it anymore, though it is of a magnitude that others feel only in pangs and just a few odd times in life, she has forgotten what body feels without pain. Each time Captain said there’s a slim chance, just, she healed and won as the body has powers unknown and if the mind is set upon something, from the core of your heart it happens.

She remembers an episode from her life where in the winter months she was taken to the battlefield all dressed up and ready for the imminent  war ahead, when suddenly the Captain comes with a big book and asks her to sign in it as they can’t go ahead in her war without her written consent. She mustered up all the courage she could, thought of her Mother’s face and signed. She said to the Captain with a grin on her face “Well, Cap’n I’ll not leave the battlefield yet! My shelf life is not over yet.” The War was a success.

She remembers telling her war stories when she meets people and finds they are amazed to find what she’s actually going through. She remembers showing the scanned image of her brain tumours all lit up, those tiny specks of light inside her skull which brought forth the comment people don’t have so many lice in hair as she has tumours in brain. This made her wonder is she strong? Well, it’s indeed surprising what one can do when faced with the biggest challenges in direst moments.

This is absolutely crazy of her; she gets spurts of happiness for no reason at all! She even calls up everyone and tells them “this is my best day!” just to convey her feelings of aliveness; that somehow she feels alive, infused with a great lot of physical energy... Just happy! So happy! She always dresses or washes or moves or eats or sleeps or talks enjoying every minute of what she is doing and her mother's unfailing support makes her so happy with life! Being aware of her disease and it's repeating nature she tends to live life intensely every moment. Her mother's happy presence sets the golden charm working.

Happiness comes of its own accord, despite the lousy circumstances she often ended up with, and is sort of a “force” which helps her win wars and doesn’t let her gravitate into optimistic pessimism. She is happy with her mother's presence... happy, grateful,pleased and contented.

She has faced a lot of the dark side of life as well; swindling, forgery, larceny, thievery, trickery, embezzlement, abuse, injustice, wrongdoing  but she have always been plucky and had the nerve to go up face them. Beyond the darkness is light so we just have to hang on. Aside from the great daemon in her life there’s been certain befuddled people, residing in the vacuum of non-awareness who tried to belittle her strife and sought equivalence in her out of the way condition which is never seen before hardly realising the gravity of her situation when a transplanted liver requires medicines to be accepted by the body and function, a  cancer spread through the kidney needs immediate surgery or a brain riddled with tumours need immediate treatment is imperative as the disease is a rare disease affecting multiple organs. The compounded difficulties which appeared because of such people could have gotten her kerplunk, but infallible friends formed her legion, marched with her without regression, and flew fearless without reason and things started turning out  the right way for her.

Another episode she remembers from her journey of life is when she was detected of cancer in her kidney and it needed immediate surgery, she was also diagnosed of a tumour in her brain blossoming in her optic nerve claiming her vision. In her helpless condition when she was running around trying to arrange for her treatment her nagging landlord gave a court notice to vacate the flat because he was running at a loss. It was appalling, but the fact that mostly things have always turned out the right way for her assured her that she never gave up! The judge decided in her favour and she survived both the afflictions well in her place of residence and was given time of recuperation before vacating.

Life has chained her in an endless cycle not unfolding its mystery beforehand, with her heart synced to her mother’s she can face life. Her mother attends to her every need, stands by like a rock with gusto. She is the most precious person in her world, a vital and integral part. In manifold distress, in great agonising conditions she remains steadfast marshalled by the prowess of her mother. Her mother’s bright love slowly fades out the pain, grief, apprehension,agony out of her life and says without pain how will you know joy? It’s an old and awkward thought but when in distress of her affliction it rings true to her. The Blind are treated with solicitude by the society but there’s no such option for her unheard of disease. Sometimes tears smarts the eyes thinking of others living a golden vivid life without hurdles and with pleasures and pleasantries but then she lets those thoughts and her ugly past drift away and stop asking questions, switches off her mind and starts looking forward, never back and shape her days into a happy pattern. Getting one’s bearings in the tempest which is her life has been tough indeed.

Her desire to pursue her studies in the medical-field didn’t materialize due to her manifold problems, she suffered so much but she still had things to live for.  She thought of distributing courage, laughter, glee to be her job. Destiny, or fate, whatever it was might have plans for the girl otherwise, when a Cap’n wrote on paper she wouldn’t live beyond six weeks ten years before, it would have gone kerplunk then, but it didn’t and she has survived many a deadlines since then. Reading was something which came naturally to her, bookshelf is a barrier that keeps our worries from messing with us, she can always imagine different worlds inside books which help her further to live unfazed looking at life from various perspectives with a deeper sense. Even multitudes of complications with her vision couldn’t keep her from reading. She wishes to write and let people know there’s hope and there’s always something to live for....she writes...

A Warrior princess I am,
I wage wars with head held high,
A warrior, never afraid of wounds,
A Warrior dies dancing, that's who I am.

I still dare to change things I can,

I resuscitate ceaselessly,

I wage wars with verve,

In a point of no return,

Yes, a Warrior princess I am.

Musing by the river

 The girl was sitting and crying by the edge of the ever-flowing river of life, crying out loud...

 

“O Mind! O Soul!..
The irony of the struggle,
Strange fatigue,
The emotional strain,
Tantalize and torment,
The desolateness of existence.”

Her mother comes and asks about her agony, she says there's no disappointment as painful as the fall that comes from great expectations. 

Lamenting she uncorks the bottle of time inside her own life's dour misery, the wrongs, mistakes, miscues, misunderstandings and muddles... she remembers her father the Commander was uncharacteristically deceived because he was gullible enough to trust salt for sugar. Her father worked astonishingly hard to provide her with a nest egg and a shelter but was outplayed by his sly youngest brother, the Dragon. The Commander who had a major life claiming heart attack, in whom the smallest exertion set him gasping breathlessly worked for her daughter’s secure life till the tag-end of his life.

After the demise of the Commander, there were no easy months in leading a life unprovided for, but the girl braved the days out and longed for the time when she will be finally given her measure of a part of happiness. The girl has a younger little chum who went and procured the possession of the mansions amid great troubles but it couldn’t be legally obtained. The possession was consolidated by yet another Captain who in her later life plays a major role in settling scores with the wicked ‘uns. Thus standing up facing the blow with the dignity she started living with “Head held high”. She thinks God will take care of her sorrows, bring bright sunbeam into her bitter wintry life and figure out the way to punish the wicked and evil but she has to remain steadfast in her intense pain and sorrows. Those who were so indifferent of her life, she remembers the wretchedness of those wicked smiles of satisfaction when she was being taken to the hospital in an emergency...those who have never known to help, who won't part a penny to save a life...the wheel of time will turn and they will face their turn.

It appears despite her terrible disease she has a longer shelf-life. She has sniffed the sour breath of death plenty of times and thus she stood upright and faced the challenges which came her way. Albeit it was hard, very, very hard to imperceptible degrees, she faced the hard World. She had to get money for food, her life-saving medicines, her medical tests, her doctors and last but not the least a shelter above her head. She had to overcome hardships in order to survive each day, with her disease and her dwindling financial conditions. She grew thin and gaunt with a contagious disease, the treatment of which was a hefty price and which lasted for years on top of all these adding to her misery...it also was painful and the magnitude of pain was such that she couldn’t tell others as they cant conjure it up in their mind...and slowly she got used to it and it became a part of her life. Her long and valiant fights in the Hospital were indeed travails under her financial and mental duress which she faced with nerve and was a success. She asked for help, to continue her survival and met with both unexplainably warm and giving, and fearfully enclosed minds, thus she continued living her life with her only camaraderie her Mum. After each triumph in her exclusive wars, she says

“I see I am going to live a little while longer, and I am glad of it for I am not going to die especially a trivial death.”

Mum talks, she listens and both are happy, grateful, pleased with one another and contented with the time. The girl and her mother mutate to survive the new reality sans companions, sans allies. When all of a sudden, the leprechaun of her little chum decides to marry in a slightly higher stratum. As he has an exceptionally fond spot in the heart of the girl and her mother, they acquiesced in his decision thinking the bride might add some poetry in the turbulent prose of their life.

The girl meanwhile engulfed by determination, has survived major disasters in a choppy life. Although the little chum lives in a different city both the girl and her mother expect the winds of compassion and love to blow their way but they face abject humiliation instead! Sometimes one confronted by things that are so far from what one expects that one’s brain is unable to process what it is looking at or what it is hearing.

The girl has desires of singing, of shouting, of flinging her arms, of expressing emphatically her pulse of joy, her surge of happiness to her little chum, but...she was appalled by the disgrace that came her way. Within a month of her little chum’s marriage there came a sudden revelation that his bride is of soft mental conditions for which she needs psychological attention and needs to just be surrounded by happy things...the harsh realities of life, the unbearable side of life is not to be revealed. The girl was told by her little chum irrespective of the period of her ongoing radiation therapy for brain tumours that if anything “bad “ is said about the girl or her Mum she is supposed to tolerate granting the fact that the bride is not in the right state of mind. The little chum started doting on his bride and speaking tenderly, stutteringly with her always and just pleasing his in-laws. He occasionally started being rude and harsh on Mum to the extent that once she lost the balance of her mind being inebriated.

The blow came when he unashamedly abashed the girl who has fought through the dark terrible days with dignity. It came as suddenly as the change in her life. He shouted being so utterly indifferent of those brain tumours, those specks of light in the image of the scan being inconsiderate of the pain which blasted in her head. Her entreaties to stop that it hurts was unheard as she bled tears of distress. It is he who dotes on the bride, he who falters while speaking to her...he who shelters the bride from the unbearable realities of life, that who shouts over the girl who fought through despicable conditions, enduring hardships over the object of money! He assumes that the responsibility given to him by the Commander, father is to be paid back! The girl is left unprovided for and whatever he has spent when she was strapped down for her shattered health is to be refunded! He is no different from those demons. He proved himself to be exactly of the same type by spewing savage and nefarious words and sought equivalence in her strife and belittled her...he compared his days of struggle, albeit penniless but working and with a healthy and sound body to her situation where she has to arrange for the money for food, her life-saving medicines, medical tests, doctors, a shelter above her head and every bric-a-brac needed for survival.

The Warrior wishes if by magic she could be whisked back to the world where the Commander of her legion is still alive and ask him “What went wrong?”

“Why didn’t you make provisions for me so that I could live with dignity?”

“Even Mum who sometimes cries over her rough and bitter son asks me to forget my tragedy.”

“How can I trust after your experience, being aware of the worldly cunning?”

“People turn infinitely mean over the object of money in tragedies of kin... Crafty people delight in it. Life has been hard for us both, terribly hard and difficult but my uncharacteristically hard life by no means can be compared to his. I understand Mum’s tenderness towards him... she cares for both but this is utterly unjust!”

A secure future and provisions give one a distinguishing air and make one's appearance further imposing that nobody could demean...Will the warrior princess like a thingummy dryad give in to it or will God give her the satisfaction of settling scores with those Dragons in her homeland and face her little chum’s unjust capriciousness and live refreshed with hope singing a tra la la tune before the final oblivion? Would she commit the mistake committed by the Commander which leads to all the sufferings?

The warrior ruminates

Weary mind grunts and groans,
Everything feels bitterly cold,
Engulfed in the gloom of doom.
Hypocrisy and cruelty,
Cowardice and defiance,
Immensely solitary existence.

Everything is mistrustful, scheming and vile.
Struck by forlornness, hazed in the maze,
Close to the dicey edge,
Viewing the hodge-podge of despicable mess,
Gleamy eyes ablaze losing everything at showdown,
The fag-end;
Unafraid, unfazed takes chance

Regression dishonour efforts make them undone
Doesn't rue the day till endgame.

Unimaginable violence is an emollient to the ego

 

I'm afraid I can't keep silence 

When there's a lot of violence

To say " Die this moment"

Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;

Taking a precious thing, a merry old soul, 

 Woman who dares rise to her feet boldly claim

For either fortune or fame

How envy blots their name!

A twist in the air

Conspiring with Satan, prince of the power

Tried rupture, the same devour,

A violent wind hit the surface

Blows up the mask

Thunder and the sound of silence

The random violence

Provide adequate evidence

Men can be phantasmagorically, violent

Unspeakably violent

The slow-witted  all ran after his wife,

Who had a cutting off lives with a carving knife.

Well-oiled and primed for the murder

Why would I want to take any life?

He asked his a-weepin', lovin' wife.

With sluttish aspiration of an attention seeker

The sinful creature shows herself psychologically weaker

Drawn to high plans of luxury became a house

Wife

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Mansi Aggarwal thought I ought to die right now because who will account for my brother if he falls ill. 

Saying that she bashed me while I was eating breakfast and without a mask.

I put it up in my status

 Arindam my you are at a threat from your lovely love while I am dying Arindam Bhattacharjee and you are a killer of your mother and sister

Death is knocking on doors and the way I was treated doctors are astounded. 

When she hit me because my brother has to live but who will account for my death?

Ravindrra Singh of ABP news who started their career together with a True crime serial " Sansani" commented

"Dear Payel Bhattacharya your brother Arindam is a good friend of mine... I just want to say that we all go through bad patches in life but family altercations and disputes must not be dragged on social platforms.. yes you are a very intelligent person and a warrior but I humbly want remind that not all the fights are fought on facebook .. your brother is a good boy he has always fulfilled his duties, he is married lives in mumbai and leads a very humble life he doesn't have a permanent job yet he supports you and your mother pays 20,000 rupees as monthly rent for your house his mumbai house rent is steeper then delhi you can imagine how difficult it is to survive in bombay with a family.. but he is managing .. had they not been worried about you and mother why would they risked their lives by flying to delhi in this pandemic situation to see you and mother on one call.. this is a very difficult time for everyone .. and being a warrior who else can understand this better than you .. yes being a rare VHL cancer patient life having gone through 15 surgeries is very difficult for you it has made you a little bitter and harsh as well but that doesn't mean your brother is not fighting in his life  he and his wife are also struggling and these petty family altercations are making things worse for everyone .. no matter how many allegations you charge them with they are not going to stop supporting you and his mother.."

Doesn't he realise a rich wife changes all responsibilities.

This is not a family dispute. It is violence against a woman who fought cancer throughout life and is very serious with brain tumours and Pancreatic issues. Ever heard of Irrfan Khan? "Ravindrra Singh and Chander Shekhar Sharma you don't understand science don't comment. I will complain against you as accessories"…I commented to stop them from igniting Arindam more.  Chandler Shekhar Sharma confessed he doesn't understand Science and English just like Mr Arri told me about forging their Covid report over WhatsApp call. Chander Shekhar Sharma& Family blocked me on Facebook because I accused them of supporting a criminal who has subtly taken my life. With my immune system turned off would I recover from Covid ever????

As per the rent, we have lived in lousy houses and he started paying rent only for this house he himself chose because of the court notice by which the landlord evicted us while I had kidney cancer. Before that everything was arranged by literally begging. Begging continues because he said he can't keep his promise to Father and can't pay for my treatment/ food/ electricity and water bill. Only rent. As if he's doing a favour to mother and sister.  This transmutation of slow-witted Arindam Bhattacharjee to Arri became more pronounced after marriage.

Who is Arri? He's called Arri by his cinematographer friends and he tries producing an anglicised impact by calling Mom. It's all about style and glamour.

But he's not the brother I grew up with. When he was beaten up by the shady uncle who said filthy words like " bastard, scoundrel and rascal". He said my parents haven't taught me to use filthy language. 

Yet he came to look after Mum because of her illness and was constantly shouting beyond the door that I should open the door. Why? They were wearing PPE suits and have travelled from Bombay to Delhi he will be carrying the pandemic virus. When Ma opened the door he shouted: "Bastard, rascal" to Ma. 

He's a disgrace as a son! Calling his ailing septuagenarian mother such filthy stuff.

 

Arindam Bhattacharjee screaming in a wild way broke the shield with which mother protects me saying we are asking him to leave from the house of which he pays the rent.

 He only pays rent and not bearing or accepting his responsibilities towards his mother and ailing sister. Nothing for my medical expenses for a rare disease after marriage with Mansi Aggarwal who is in actuality an attention seeker and tried her best to snatch my brother from us. Arindam doesn't care about anyone else's life but his own. He's terribly afraid of death and advancing age.

 I called him to help me look after Mum because at 68 she developed mild Covid from the society being a hotspot or by collecting the deliveries of medicines or food kept in the bag hanging on the door. Perhaps some delivery men might be Covid positive and she collected stuff after an hour but aSARS-CoV-2 remained viable in aerosols throughout the duration of our experiment (3 hours), with a reduction in infectious titer from 103.5 to 102.7 TCID50 per litre of air. This reduction was similar to that observed with SARS-CoV-1, from 104.3 to 103.5 TCID50 per millilitre. Because from 18/3/2020 we are under voluntary isolation and just Mum collects the deliveries hanging on the bag outside the door after the person has gone for over an hour.

He doesn't understand I asked him to leave for peace and calm. Not continued screaming and banging the door.

We, mother and daughter, have always fought and will die together if such situations occur.

Mansi Aggarwal already tried to attack physically which has affected Mum's mental health. Because my reports don't look good. CRP, D-Dimer are high 

On top of It my transplanted liver has been affected, for which father gasping with 80℅ heart blockage accomplished it and gave me a new lease of life under Dr Arvinder Singh Soin and team.

   Time, karma will take care of her. No need for a brother who upon entering calls bastard rascal and his love who said I have to die now

Ma had symptoms before 28th April and from 28th she started Augmentin Duo 625 then Dr Ishita Sen prescribed Azythromycin because of headache and congested nose. With my immune system Turned off I didn't get any symptoms. Only after Madam fancy hit me and said without a mask I should die right now within 3 days I got High D dimer and CRP but no antibody. Antigen couldn't be tested because it might hurt my throat. Bilateral trigeminal nerve, vagus, Hypoglossal, Glossopharyngeal, facial, auditory are all compressed by tumours.

"Ur antibody level is low..which can occur

1.early in disease

2.low viraemia

3.immunocompromised state"

Said Dr. Ishita B Sen

Nuclear Medicin

Director & Head

Dr. Ishita B Sen is a Nuclear Medicine Physician with 20 years experience, having worked in various hospitals across Delhi – NCR., She takes special interest in Nuclear Oncology and Radionuclide Therapy Sende

She also treats Covid.

I have to keep fighting!!! I am going to keep fighting even with serious health issues against mean, cruel,  vicious people who say I didn't mean to kill you after the killing has occurred.

Anybody can help me with the fight?

A Covid 19 from the hitter,  who intended to kill. It's horrendous.

Chander Shekhar Sharma said if she intended to kill how come you are alive? 

Because this chair and table acted as a buffer.

Arindam supported her 2 aggressive attacks by telling me actually she's thinking of my health. He is mortally afraid of death and aging.

Smarty Surrender Sharma commented "Dear Payel, I understand that you are agitated at this movement. But do remember those moments of life where we all have stood for you. It's not that we do not care about you. We have always loved you and have tried our best to stand by your side. I am not trying to support Arindam. We have been with you throughout these years I am asking you not to lose your temper too much. Rest you are a good girl and you know better how to take care of yourself. And I believe your brother Arindam no matter what is the only person who will stand by you forever."

Aha! You just put me in an ola from Medanta and send us back home, didn't even accompany me after the back to back surgeries!

I have shared it before the incubation period of Covid is 2-14 days and you don't have any liberty to meet people if you test negative once.

I need to get the test done and the following treatments. 

I wrote one you can't give a life then you don't have the right to take one. But Mansi Aggarwal  did. Arindam Bhattacharjee and Chander Shekhar Sharma  supported. 

Being Fit, happy, content, untroubled and willfully ignorant of many troubles that can befall humankind all of the above and Ravindrra Singh  said it's a family affair, well then murder is a family affair.

I penned this poem after my cyberknife on 17/3/2020 but it seems laudable after being bashed and gifted Covid

All these occasion was no joyful or family quarrel it is only because of

Madam fancy 11 years ago

This is how Mum cares for me and has reduced our contact and proximity.Ma had symptoms before 28th April and from 28th she started Augmentin Duo 625 then Dr Ishita Sen prescribed Azythromycin because of headache and congested nose. With my immune system Turned off I didn't get any symptoms back then. Only after Madam fancy hit me and said without a mask I should die. If Ma had an incubation period of 2-14 days I would have gotten it long ago , before their arrival. Within 3 days I got High d dimer and CRP but no antibody. Antigen couldn't be tested because it might hurt my throat. Bilateral trigeminal nerve, vagus, Hypoglossal, Glossopharyngeal, facial, auditory are all compressed by tumours.

"I am not trying to downplay the horrendous experience you had with your sister-in-law which was unbelievable.

Have you considered that contracting COVID from your dear Mum is a possibility despite all the precautions you were taking?

I can only think that the visit from your sister-in-law and brother was done with very bad intentions.

How are you coping - any improvement in your Mum and you?"

Mum has improved. She's doing household chores as usual. But she's still taking case of wearing 2 N95 masks, helmet shield and gloves while serving my food.

According to Doctors her infection is very less and in 3 days she'll be fine. Her CT value was 21.05 and now it's 28. Whereas Madam Fancy detected negative after long infection but I have no proof about Arindam confessing forging their Covid report before coming to Delhi on a Whatsapp call.

Ah! If only my room had a CCTV surveillance! I could give solid proof but who will believe like I lack fear I consider lying a sin.

Experts have also strongly suggested that solely relying on testing as a safeguard can make people 'lax' and take other safety measures, such as mask-wearing and social distancing lightly, which could be the two biggest factors which can spike up infections. Remember, the tests are a preventive measure and only effective, as long as you put in place other security measures.

Madam fancy thought I ought to die right now but Mr potato you are at a threat from your lovely love while I am dying Arindam Bhattacharjee and you are a killer of your mother and sister.

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CT count or cyclic threshold is inversely proportional to the viral load..more than 30 considered very low infectivity..less than 20 high infectivity..20 - 30 moderate infection- Dr. Ishita B Sen

Nuclear Medicine

Director & Head

Dr. Ishita B Sen is a Nuclear Medicine Physician with 20 years experience, having worked in various hospitals across Delhi – NCR., She takes special interest in Nuclear Oncology and Radionuclide Therapy Sen

Even blocked my writing penchant. This blog is very useful for me. It contains what I encounter in life and also I can send my history of disease to the doctors via this blog.

My mother is sitting and crying in front of the temple inside the house that despite her precautions and maintaining distance I got Covid and I have uncertainty

She called him through my phone and told him a kulangar, or black sheep, and disgrace.

She was crying that if anything happens to me she won't live without me which hurt me a lot.

Investigating officer is ASI Naresh.

Salute to my mother

 

Life is  a Wonderful illuminated journey

Where Every hour is a precious boon

Every breath is a mercy

Life is just a river

Nothing will last forever

I've woken up to chase my dreams

With a flaw in my genes

Well, now how time passed enduring every now and then it seems

In the traumatic permanent pain in grief and poverty

Living without equality

But I never woke up with screams

Life is very scientific like a series of dreams

You can see stars that gleams

 Life changed by one surgery following the other

I faced few in the twilight zone living on the edge, I never bother

Salute to my mother

Weaving dreams propelled my desire to live

She's the holy God philosopher

Heaven's harbinger

May she be with me forever

Leave the world together 

Helps heal my growing tumor

With laughter and humor.

Even the stubborn ones disappear

Sitting I pondered

What an interesting and complex case I might be

Well, I am a medical curiosity.

Life is a gift, a challenge to be met with courage

Not with sad eyes discouraged

As Mum yells cheerful encouragement

Life with a fairy tale

O my weary struggle! silent  dubious, fearful

And hopes are strong and will prevail.

Life is an adventure not for fear and the weak

As my mother speaks

Every sorrow misfortune I dare it

Overcome it

Whenever I hear any turbulence

If I lose my balance

Mum  supports me now and forevermore because I belong to her

Burden for all

 Sitting in a lonely place at the pinnacle of pain 

Which never turns off but comes again

From one form to another

The dreadful illness that bother

She winks doesn't bother 

Oh! Restless and suffering 

Nobody to provide soothing thought and from my inward blasted hope spring

Toil and woe because there's no way of healing

Love and understanding has a restorative quality

It's hard to express to the healthy

Nobody try to learn understand and be amazing

My stars don't do any judgment bringing down pluck

My evil luck

Made me a jinx

I have to care because blaming, roaring one thinks

Methinks getting love is a rare opportunity

I cry and beg a thousand apology

I've walked for miles my feet are hurting

When life brings the day uncertain

I find nobody to share my burden

Soul stinging

Abused certain

I am no longer living