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“You wouldn’t get a good score unless you add a few relevant proverbs to your articles...” her words came strong when he asked her about the art of writing. All he had to do now was to recite few thoughts and find a way to fit them in the article and overhaul it for visual pleasure.

Two more! Come on! One last to go! Think of why you wanted this in the first place. And finally with all his strength he gave his trainer one more repetition. Oh life!                                      He sat on the old wooden chair in the garden watching the kids chase a butterfly, all memories were fresh and pleasing. Life was the usual before. The real problem starts when one perceives the real meaning of it. When the same words go for a complete different situations. And things aren’t exactly pretty and gratifying.

It seemed to be just a few days back when walking in the park was a common thing to do; when the cold breeze rushed through his hair and left back an alluring fragrance which mesmerized his mind. In race with the clock we forget the race with real time, which is nothing but the highly exaggerated term LIFE. He walked, he rushed, he worried, he jumped but he never lived.

Things makes much more sense now when his body acts as a harbor for a few outsiders, who seem to not leave easily. It’s been a year and half when the doctors told him about his triple negative cancer. Since then the treatment has sucked the importance of the virtual clock race and brought to life the bigger, or maybe the smaller things in life which are real. Small things now get more appreciation than what they did before.

Running is no more easier, walking itself is a task, now that his lungs remind him of their presence every time he tries.  Now he knows all the proverbs, all the thoughts and he no more needs to fit them because they fit in themselves.

Now the doctor treats him with medications which are no less than torture. Tears roll down his mom’s cheeks as she holds his hands sobbing as the chemotherapy kicks in, uttering “Two more honey...! Come on … Look at me! One last I promise! .... Think of why you wanted this in the first place…”

                                                                                            - Aditya Jadhav