Harry’s absence for the last so many days worried me. Upon enquiry, I learned of his acute dementia. I remembered his faded face and wondered about the benefit of his loss.
Harry was my park mate. Every evening we would sit together conversing about our lives. Whenever we turned to children, he became silent. His chronic reticence intrigued me. But the change in the colour and contours of his face and the tears sluggishly sliding down his creasy countenance would tell the saga of his disappointment, despair, dejection, desolation, despondency, irritation, pain, and frustration. I would then change the topic.
Harry’s absence for the last so many days worried me. Upon enquiry, I learned of his acute dementia. I remembered his faded face and wondered about the benefit of his loss.
5 Comments
19/4/2024 12:03:45 pm
Both sad and intriguing. Reads like the opening of a novel. Well done, Paritosh.
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Jennifer Duncan
19/4/2024 01:42:03 pm
The memory loss of dementia can have its benefits.
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Krystyna
19/4/2024 03:59:46 pm
If dementia takes away the pain brought on by his children, then Harry is fortunate. However, dementia is a cruel illness and will impact Harry in many more ways. Well portrayed, Paritosh.
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Sivan Pillai
20/4/2024 02:58:17 am
Dementia has become a blessing to him. Well done, Paritosh.
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Sue Clayton
21/4/2024 04:23:41 am
Like two sides of a coin, there are two sides to dementia. I wouldn't like to have either side.
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