Sunday 20 September 2015

Another Door

It was a morning time. Routinely Nishant was wallowing on his bed and was engrossed into his dream world. He was an ambitious guy and used to dream about him achieving his aspiration of being a renowned sketcher in the world. He, already, was a proficient sketcher and was, still, trying to learn new things and perk up his proficiency. The sketch, then he was working on, was more than close to his heart.  It was a half-made sketch of a girl’s face. The whole focus of a sketch was on her eyes. All other parts of her face were intended to be bright except her eyes. The sketch meant that a girl wanted to say a lot many things. Her eyes were expected to express all her emotions, her willingness to talk all her heart out and her anticipation from someone to listen to her. Her darkened eyes were expected to be sketched in a way that he could give justice to his thoughts about her.
The sketch was kept exactly in front of his bed.  While Nishant was staring at and was completely engrossed into it, he started feeling ill at ease. He then got up and had a glass of water. He suddenly felt a strong pain in his right upper arm. He was highly anxious. By putting water glass on the table, he sat down on a chair, with his back straight. Suddenly he had a severe headache. He could not understand anything, but, still did hold his head with both his hands. Within a minute or two, he realized that the headache was no more. He was then reassured, he had two more sips of water, and he tried to get up from chair.  As soon as did he tried standing on his legs, he lost his balance and he fell down. He could feel but could not control, there was something happening to his body. His right leg was folded in the knee, and was gradually moving inwards. At the same time, he got a feeling that his right hand fingers, too, were folded inwards and clenched into a fist. The fist was then moved outwards. The veins of his hands where tightly stretched from inside and were taking his hand away from his body. He could do nothing but yell. However, he realized that his voice intensity, itself, was degrading and within next second he lost his voice too. The veins of his face, in addition, were out of his control. His mouth started slanting towards right, his right eyelids were, automatically, partially closed. He sensed as if his right face was captured from inside. He could not stand these unexpected and uncontrollable movements, and consequently he fainted. 
Shripad, Nishant’s grandfather, got a feeling that something was not right. He casually got up from his swing chair and headed towards Nishant’s room. Seeing Nishant as unconscious and lying on the floor, he got a bad surprise. He remained firm, called the ambulance and took Nishant to the hospital. Doctor proclaimed that Nishant had a Paralysis attack. After a considerable time, Nishant was responsive and was conscious of the surrounding and the event happened to him. He could see his family around. He tried, but could not feel any movement in his right part of the body. Tears started flowing through his eyes. Shripad went closer to him, seized his dearest grandson into his arms and kissed him on his head. Wiping his tears and telling him that he was going to recover soon, Shripad asked him if he wanted anything. Nishant was concerned about nothing but the sketch he had left incomplete. He was damn sulking from inside however the positive willpower to conclude his art dominated his sadness and he asked Shripad to bring the sketch and all other sketching material to his hospital room. Shripad knew about his dreams and ambitions and brought all that Nishant wanted, to his room.
Nishant held the sketch in his left hand. The eyes, and hence the emotions in them were unfinished and were waiting for Nishant to entire them. His right hand was badly impacted with the paralysis and hence he could do nothing with his right hand. His left hand, though, had a minor impact but he had never drafted using his left hand. Knowing that there was no other option, he tried holding the pencil firmly in his left hand fingers. The pencil was sliding from his fingers and was not ready to stay there. Nishant was trying his best to hold it tightly but was not thriving. His eyes got filled up however he didn’t stop trying. Alas, he could effectively hold the pencil in his hand. Gradually he started sketching her left eyebrow. He stopped thinking about the mishap happened to him and focused on the canvas in front of him. While he was trying to sketch, he was only thinking about his dreams and ambitions. He was pushing himself to complete the sketch with the same perfection as if he had done it with his right hand. Even after the disaster happened to him, he was positive from inside and didn’t give up. His aim was only to give justice to his art, despite his weakness.
While he was trying to sketch, he realized that he had gained some power in his left hand. He could effortlessly pencil the picture. He realized that though his right hand was not operational then, his left hand was fulfilling for it. He was then watchfully completing the sketch. After assured time, he could finely complete the sketch. He could even give the finishing touch to the whole art. He could make her darkened eyes as authentic as possible and was able to make them as communicative as he wanted them to be. Looking at the complete picture, he felt contented. He did defeat his illness. The worst situation he went through could not stop him from accomplishing his target. His willpower and god’s grace made him to surmount the circumstances. He realized that there’s always a solution to a problem. He understood that only a strong desire to achieve something was sufficient to take him to his goal. When it was not right, it was left. When one door was closed the other one was opened. He realized that there was something which made him reach his goal, there was something which made him positive and strong, and there was something which he could find out with his strong willpower. He realized that there was a door, another door.