Chapter
5: The Resurrection and Discovery
By
Naveen Kumar
As
Nikhil watched with a helpless torment, the beasts feasted on Matthew and
devoured him. Nikhil was swirled into the eye of an overwhelming current of despair,
but his eyes were wide-open witnessing the grueling scene unfold.
‘Matt...’
his lips whimpered in a delirious dismay.
Matthew
was on the death’s verge, as life receded from the chambers of his body. He felt
the life within disintegrate and his being clutched away the finest and final
strand of life’s thread. Matthew realized
these are going to be the final moments of his life. He saw multitude of images
flash in mind. Sans any overlap, sans any clutter, they passed in sequence like
reflections on water. His carefree boyhood, awful teachers, girls and boys of
his school, his days at the medical university, his lips pledging the
Hippocratic oath, him holding the scalpel for his first surgery with shaky
hands, his hospital, the nurses, the patients, the distinct smell. He did not
just remember, but relived every moment of his life, through the moments of joy,
sorrow, angst, peace, anger, love and through every emotion that graced his
life.
The
light of life emerged from his body and gleamed through the space. It was ready
to detach and shoot into the outer space, but a shiny thin strand of life’s
thread still unsteadily clinked, not wanting to let go.
I am the resurrection and the life. The
one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by
believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?
- John 11:25-26
Matthew
heard the biblical verse in the background of the bells clanging in the towers
of the church that overlooked the sea in his town.
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Nikhil
saw the beasts with spiked structures emerge once again. He watched Matthew’s struggle in rapt
attention. He saw his legs kicking the air, and the kicks getting weaker. He
noticed the shudder of the beasts when Matthew’s kicks landed on the spikes.
Seeing the beast shudder, Matthew kicked with all his might, summoning up the
last drops of strength. Nikhil wasted no time either. He began hurling stones
targeting the spiked structures that stuck to the body of the beasts. The
beasts could not tolerate the blows on the spikes on which they survived, and
they scurried away heavily. Nikhil watched them falling to the ground at a
distance not very far from them.
Nikhil
followed the inner voice blaring from within. He collected Matthew’s crushed and crumbled
body, which was now merely a blob of flesh with dark blood stains. His limbs
paced as fast as it could, reaching the hot spring – the steam spewing into air
made it easy to spot.
Nikhil
carried the sloppy mass of flesh, that once was his friend, and sprinkled it with
copious amounts of hot steamy water from the spring. The vital chemicals along
with water molecules, diffused into the cells; and a million reactions began in
the cells of Matthew’s body. A few strands of life’s thread appeared, forging a
stronger bond with his body. As the bond strengthened, the light of life
flashed into his body suffusing its precincts. The neurons fired, the systolic
and diastolic beats began, the limbs moved, and as life’s functions began, Matthew
was resurrected.
Nikhil
leaned on the broad trunk of a tree watching Matthew in sanguine sleep. The
serene surroundings, gentle breeze and the warm vapors from the hot spring all
made him euphoric. Now, having seen the worst the bad looked better.
All was hunky-dory till the evening they took
a pleasant stroll on the promenade at Rock Beach, admiring the exquisite
facades of the French styled buildings. The Corona fever was just spreading its
waves. After dropping Matthew Nikhil had gone home that day to pick-up the
essentials to embark on this great awry exploration. Nikhil
saw Matthew rising. He rushed to support him.
“Did
you see them? They were the same thing” were the first words he spoke.
“What?”
“Those
beasts, they are nothing, but magnified models of Coronas. When I saw those
drawings of the monsters destroying people, I saw the spiky structures and it
did strike me, but thought it was unwise to see a virus as a monster.”
“Make
yourself clear Matt…I am no doctor like you.”
“The Corona virus, too has spiky structures and
if a medicine can target these spiky structures and destroy them, that is the
cure. Did you see how the attacking the spikes of the monsters made them flee?
That is excruciatingly painful for them that it may cause their death.”
“Yeah,
but I am unable to connect the dots.”
“Let me try. My gut says the virus originated
from here and these tribes did it for some reason. They made the monsters just
like larger models of inventions made for whatever purposes – to learn, for fun”
Matthew’s face glowed as he shared his discovery.
“Do
you think the man, who lost his wife, has a role?” Nikhil asked
“Maybe,
maybe not, but you know what? “
“What?” Nikhil asked
“The
cure is here.”
- To be continued -
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About the writer - He like to wander the world like a sweeping broom ingesting it's madness, only hoping to leave it better. Naveen seek purpose in life trying to be useful to others and love reflecting on life's nature in the company of words. Read his poetries here http://hedonicwords.blogspot.com/
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