A Child Again
Written in 2017 The monotonous humming sound of the CT scan machine was all I could hear in the otherwise silent room. I looked at the person who was lying still on the bed as the machine scanned his brain to detect the spread of Dementia. As he lay helpless in the cold confines of the machine, my thoughts went back to my younger days when the person in front of me had been in the prime of his health. The same hands which would hold me and stop me from falling down, now looked frail. The face, which was considered handsome in its heyday, now appeared worn and wrinkled. The person whom everyone feared for his temper not so long ago was now a very weak replica of himself, which was exaggerated even more with the onset of this memory sapping disease. I could not stop a tear as I looked at my father. When a child is born, he brings a sense of hope and optimism to his parents and family; a sense that this new life may bring something new into their world. Every parent, irrespective o...