"love was in air"

Everyone of us have a story.Though everyone of us may not have a title of our stories.Truly just being alive is a story,as simple as that.

He was admitted with respiratory failure on a ventilator.He had a failing heart and a losing brain.He could not talk,breath,recognize.His life was dependent on machines and medicines.He was alive,as some of us said,because his time was not yet up.

His story was rather untold until I saw him while she came to visit him.In her presence,he started mouthing words,he was smiling,his heart rate went high and he needed medication.Everyone saw what happened but no one knew how it happened.

To some,life,love and soul mate remain fascinating aspects of stories of life.To other,how he felt what we did not, remain beyond reason and understanding.I felt though love was in air and he breath in as life.

"a persistent hugging state"

He was getting better day by day.He was funny and was in love.All of us were happy for his long awaited recovery until one night his heart rate got out of control.Matters of heart,as we know, are always serious weather in romance or in medicine.His heart stopped,the circulation of blood stopped and then with resuscitation he was revived. A life saved in front of us.

The cost was high.His brain got severely affected by lack of oxygen during moments when heart had stopped.Again in romance or in medicine heart rules brain follows.

Over days to follow his recovery,it was saddening.He was on a ventilator and he had developed contracted arms and legs.He was mouthing words,unable to recognize,unable to see,unable to voice love to his loved ones.

Life with its mysteries bring stuff which we interpret according to our desires.

To some, his tightly contracted arms againgst his chest were a persistent hugging state while others saw an incapacited man with a terrible outcome in modern day life saving endeavor.

Quote

"The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring"

Oscar Wilde