100 Naked Words — Day 14
Ishani and Her Allergies
Reflections, Ripples and Ramblings of a Restless Mind
I remember when you were little, asleep, crying in your cot as the itch racked your body, the eczema a blight on your beautiful face. I remember getting the call from your mother when you were but a year old, your lips had turned blue, your body going into shock as something as harmless as two spoonfuls of yoghurt caused your body to shut down. I remember the relief knowing you would be ok, but the anger that we hadn’t known, that we had harmed you. I remember our lives changing because every thing we ate, everything we bought had to be scrutinised, vetted, controlled, approved. We wouldn’t, couldn’t let it happen again. For years you watched as others enjoyed a cake, or an ice cream, rarely letting your frustration surface, though in truth, the tears did fall now and then. For years you owned this abhorrence and for years you have not let it define you. Now, able to gobble down lobster or octopus, egg or nut, we’re forever captivated by your enjoyment for food, of life’s little miracles. And though your nemesis, white, cold and deadly remains, we see you chortle at it’s impotence.
Your strength is astounding.
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