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I was drenched in sweat when I had completed the previous post….seated on the couch in the large hall of my parents’ house with my t-shirt sticking to my back at 1:00 am with the fan running at a cruel pace. Being in the midst of heat waves and tasting your own sweat doesn’t prove to be a neat experience. Probably this heat is a sign of some upcoming rain and better weather, I promised and consoled myself. But the heat continued and went on and on…for a week almost, through out so many days- it’s not been too pleasant this week, weather apart- owe it to my tooth. 3 days after a dental surgery can be the perfect time to post something…with restricted actions permitted on my mouth and face, and a net connection that boasts 100.mbps (which I don’t believe is the fact), there’s not much I can do right now….and nothing much is happening either. Been feeling a bit “not so nice” about not having written anything in a while….life is going on with the flow of daily activities, in monotony, at a point where you write when the air and wind and water around permit! Been out of office for almost close to 2 weeks at a stretch now, spent more than a month on bench….and that doesn’t feel ok too. Well, well, well- sometimes such things do happen. And there’s one thing that’s best when it doesn’t happen- visit to a dentist! I don’t think you would ever look forward to that…and neither do I! But I was left without an option. An accidental fall when I was 6 has resulted in an episectomy in my upper gums above the two front teeth at the age of 26. It’s crazy, absolutely crazy and scary when such incidents come back and haunt you after 20 long years!! It’s scarier when I read about adverse effects of such surgical procedures and anesthesia in the facial muscles, nerves to which I was liberally subjected to, during the 2 hr process on the dentist’s chair. Right now am keeping my fingers crossed for a complete healing and removal of the 5 sutures this weekend- which also scares me. I recall stories where moms harass little kids with a dental visit for bad behaviour…the truth is it’s worth a story at any age for bad behaviour. Nothing compares to the sight and imagination of those weird and fear inducing tools on the tray of the dentist working in your mouth…!! I was petrified when the nurse was arranging and testing the drills, scalpels and numerous screws for the treatment. Some kind of paranoia was taking over me. And it’s horrifying when the doc comes and injects injection after injection in the name of anesthesia to carry on his excavation duties further. After minutes of drilling and scraping and suctions, he says it’s all over with a smile. And I take a deep breath and actually start breathing…the nurse reassures that it’ll be ok. Still the fear of removal of those sutures was already looming large in front of my eyes. Our brother from church had told me- this experience at the dentist is something you would never want your enemy to go through.

A drop of sweat trickled from my forehead to mouth bringing me back from the dentist’s chair to the couch…I decided to get up and walk up to my room to catch some sleep...felt a sudden gentle wind across my face… looking out of the window I saw drops of rain settling the dust on the earth, and bringing forth a fresh smell…I absorbed the smell, let it go inside and fill me…with the cool breeze on my face and the fresh smell of earth inside me- I felt …and said to myself “Glad am at home through everything”.