08 September, 2007


She could sense movement around her, as she was slowly gained consciousness. She stirred, though outwardly she did not move an inch. She could now hear sounds…. or voices. They were talking softly among themselves… her mother, aunts… she could hear each of their distinctive tones. She wanted to call out to them…. but her voice barely reached her own ears. She did not panic, it was the effect of the anesthesia. She felt someone sit gently beside her. Instinctively she knew it was her husband. She could feel his breath on her face, as he gently moved away the hair from her forehead. I'm here, he whispered softly. She smiled or tried to, but didn't feel her lips move. She wanted to tell him she could hear him, she felt alright and was ready to go home from the hospital. But her lips did not move and she spoke those words in her head only. She deliriously willed her eyes to open, her fingers to move but her body lay obdurate in its stillness. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed when again she felt his hand rest softly on her forehead. A silent reassurance that he was with her. A simple gesture that spoke a million words. Her heart was at peace now. She drifted into a slumber.

07 September, 2007

The truth behind the book...?

(Click on picture to read the article.)
In the newspapers here two days after I read this.

Book: Amok by Krystian Bala

06 September, 2007

A new day

Awakening to a bright, warm morning, clear blue sky, tree in bloom and crisp cool air.
First impressions of London.
(Picture taken at six in the morning at Kingsbury, London.)