I saw this article on cats can sleep anywhere....and that brought back memories.I have also slept in strangest of places in my life and as I go back the memory lane it sure does make me nostalgic.
I have slept on stone benches in Satbarwa awaiting another call on hot summer night enjoying the cool summer breeze.I have slept on the stone parapet on my way home from a call near the badminton court.What do you do when the temperature touches the forties and your fan moves at the speed of the wall clock?
I have slept on my head on top of a cemetry at four in the morning,that was Sheba and me in one of our quiet times in Oddanchattram.I have slept on a bench with just the frames and the wiring all given away ,when friends were visiting and I just had a two room accomodation.
I have slept on top of newspapers,on cold winter nights....and I am not homeless as yet.
One memory I hold dear to my heart and often recollect was travelling from Vellore to Oddanchattram in the general compartment with Dr Annie Jacob.We managed to occupy one sleeper and two window seats.I gave the sleeper to Dr Annie .I slept in between the two window seats with the mid-portion of my body hanging in the air.I could do that in those days...I remember Dr Annie lifting her head every fifteen minutes to ask me if I was okay till I stopped hearing her.
Not to forget I have slept with a skull on my face ,femur by my side ....coffee in my hand....
I have also slept on the roof-top with aurion,the galaxy and the great bear for company.....
.. I have slept under the bed hiding from my mother after a chilhood prank ....I have also slept on operation theatre floors..
Don't misunderstand me,I do use the bed occasionally.
There is nothing more scarier than a heart that has hardened .I was talking to Mary the other day,infact weeping with her There is a deep restlessnessness inside.Thank God for it becuase it shows that I have not resigned myself to the way things are.I was telling her I miss the deep experience of seeing the image of Christ and the compassion of the Holy spirit which just used to overwhelm my heart when I saw the image of Christ in people ,situation and the creation. What is the image of Christ?It is a body marred and maimed to bear the sin of the world.it is a voice that did not speak in protest against God the father,who actually planned it all before the creation of the world,not against the people who maimed Him ,flogged Him,drove the nails into His hands and feet to satisfy their sinful nature.The image of Christ is a body broken to the utmost yet given to feed the very same people .It is a love that did not count the cost. I am a person who does not put too much v...
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