Being a writer he was well versed in making a point. His computer screen was his canvas and his key board was his brush. The missing part was him; he was not there.
Suffering from a stroke made him what I was seeing then; a frail, nonverbal, paralyzed man.
After months of care he did recover, but mentally he got clouded. His fiction belongs to truth, he once believed. I saw the becoming of a truth.
Life is a stage with ongoing drama, everyone knows that. He was living in a truth or a fiction was living in him, no one knew. His eyes were silent so were his lips.
One day I sat next to his bed, he looked at me with a smile. I smiled back at him; no words, no sound, no nothing. Some feelings are too strong for words to carry and some are too pure to be touched by a word. A smile was returned by a smile, with a feeling of I care but I can’t.
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Yes smile and feeling can not be expressed in words
Yes smile and feelings can not be expressed in words
Yes smile and feelings can not be expressed in words
the life altering reality we face once in a lifetime!
Ah beautifully done... Since he was a writer... I suppose we will have his words after all :-)
Loved these lines: "Some feelings are too strong for words to carry and some are too pure to be touched by a word."
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