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.
