His disease was
progressing, and his body was becoming almost bed bound. He was suffering from
ALS, a disease known to trap mind in an immobile body; some say that this disease
can hold ones soul captive in an earthly medium for eternity.
He was supported via
artificial means, and a ventilator was connected to his tracheostomy tube. His
eyes were bright so was his peaking soul through his eyes. No words
can capture those moments as I write these lines.
He was a man without
a shadow, one of my colleagues said. I saw no shadow as he was lying flat in bed,
it seems his body was protecting his shadow. Some may say that he was being
carried on on his shadow; a weak body supported by its shadow like a cushion
while being bed bound.
To some those patients
lying in a bed bound state lose a lot including their shadows.
Others make us aware
of the facts like shadows are short at noon, long at eve. Surely shadows have a
purpose, I used to ponder what until now when another usefulness of shadow was revealed.
I saw a bed bound patient resting peacefully on his shadow, surely shadows have
purposes.