It’s been almost a month since my last post. High time I concluded the Time Travel series. High time I thank all of you for your concerned mails, messages, call and visits inquiring the brother’s health. High time I give you all a peak into the current state of affairs on the Brother’s front. And high time I start blogging about matters other than The Great Accident!
The recovery of the brother was a taxing time for all of us and more so for himself. It tested our patience and tolerance to the highest of levels. He would more often than not be child-like in his tantrums and in attention he needed. I got to get a peak on how he would have been when he was a kid. He kept on repeating himself for multiple times before we made him realize that he already had said the same thing a couple of minutes ago. He introduced me thrice to his boss when the latter came down for a visit. He would wake up during dead of the nights and sleepwalk. Once, he even opened the main door of the house. We were in a deep slumber, exhausted by meeting the demand of our newest kid around. I woke up just as he was about to go out. When inquired about what was he up to, he said he wanted to check whether there is a petrol or diesel pump nearby! At 2 AM in the night!!! We had then taken to locking the doors with a key, with the key safely tucked under our pillows. He would gorge down chocolates like never before. One day he had 3 whole bars of the Dairy Milk Silk. So much so that mom finally had to hide the box away from his reach.
These are little stories that fascinate us now. The initial days they were the cause of our dread. Obviously he doesn’t remember any of these tales and finds them amusing. He doesn’t take this to heart and laughs when we narrate the tales of his recovery. The strength that he has shown has contributed to great heights in speeding up his recovery. Finally when he was all OK and raring to start on with his life that he had left midway, it was no less a struggle. Staying at home for such a long time had made him restless. More so because he had now recovered. He was demotivated and frustrated to say the least. All of us were worried that this may be a setback for him and a hindrance in his recovery. Obviously when the brain is in question, the healing has to continue till eternity. Although he is now perfectly alright, the brain is still filling the gaps and healing it on itself. It may not necessarily show on the outside but normalcy is what he yearned for. To keep him busy in the meanwhile he joined daddy’s office and got himself involved as much as he could.
He visited his own office thrice to give long interviews and fitness certificates to the official doctors before they were sure about taking him back on-board. Finally, The brother has joined back his office in Pune since this week. The spunk in his voice is getting back to normal. The liveliness and the eagerness to learn new things has returned with a vengeance.
Incidentally its almost 2 months now to the ill fated day. This is no more the story of how drastic the accident was…no more the incident where we were reduced to wobbly and weeping willows. It now is the tale of how the brave heart brother willed himself to be OK after all that perspired… The unconditional nature of love in its various forms… The strength with which you surprise yourself when in pressing situations…. Knowing yourself better than you thought you knew….thanking the divinity above fervently than you ever did! As they say… If it’s not happy, then it’s not the end.
This is, now, the tale of our Happily Ever After…