Sens – Wings Of Comfort

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7 years later…

Blue light in the restroom was almost dull and cigarette smoke dominated the ambience of entire room. Wash-hand basins were filthy with blots of ignorance and generosity of people to keep the public place clean. She glanced at the emptiness of atmosphere, falling on heavy drum beats ricocheting from the dusted corners. Her hands were trembling and beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, even though winter in the city froze out the flames.

Last time it was an amazing experience; of walking along with the Person, of smelling the fragrance of flowers, of swinging in the rope of clouds. Now she was nervous, and expressing the reluctance to try it again but idea of finding the same comfort, she felt years ago, forced her to tie the belt. She found a green line of metacarpal vein in her arm, and inserted a needle in it.

The moment Heroin flooded with blood-stream for temporary co-existence, the spinal cord contracted for a second, tore her back to flutter its wings and the brain responded immediately. She started to fly through the light to uncertain source, which was making grotesque shapes. The sense of comfort and happiness revisited her & boosted her to touch the shapes; the smile on her face glowed under the pristine fragrance. But after reaching to certain height, the wings disappeared.

Eventual thump laid her unconscious on the floor, and a slow flow of red liquid oozed out of her nose but she did not feel the pain.

Sens - The Loss Of Comfort

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8 years later…

The bed sheet had imprints of suns and flowers and little cute creatures, but even they seemed to be dull and full of sense of demise. She was in her bed, lying insentient, unaware of the last rites of the Person being done but aware of comfort having been gone forever. Her reddened face had become dry as the fever did not agree to slacken.

Eventually the Nurse found vein, and inserted needle in it. The Antibiotic immediately started performing its task as it blended with blood. White blood cells were encouraged to see new friends helping with the war against melancholy. They sent a message to the Brain through neurons and it responded in some seconds.

She opened her eyes slightly. The white light was intense, which created irregular shapes; but she saw a smiling face. Her lips also curved a smile and her hands tried to reach the shape as she felt the same comfort. But the light was gone and her eyes were closed.

“The fever must release its hold by evening. The dose is quite strong,” said the Doctor.

Any conscious human would have felt that high dose, but she did not feel the pain.

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Something cold touched her inside and the senses were stimulating the brain cells to respond. But the brain attempted to refuse to stay out of comfort of closeness given by the Person standing next to her. She closed her eyes and a drop of tear started trickling down her reddened left cheek. Sensing her anxiety, the Person grabbed her hand, patted gently on it, and wiped off the tear drop. The procedure of giving a shot of Tetanus lapsed in 4 seconds but imagination of the pain of a needle penetrating the muscle was unbearable.

“OK, it’s done,” announced Doctor.
She opened her eyes closely, as if she did not believe the words.
“I did not feel the pain,” said she.