By Yogita
I watch my heart as they perform a coronary angiogram. The blue-dyed man courses through my arteries and suddenly stops as he notices an old scar. The one from childhood, from the trusted old family friend who gave me chocolates. He scowls and moves ahead. He frowns as he sees the deep wound given by my unfaithful sweetheart, and continues his journey, watching the shattered, broken pieces of my heart, marking every wretched memory. At one point, saddened, he stops. I panic. My secrets are no longer mine. But the dye-man can keep secrets. His report only mentions the 99% blockage.
A tremendous piece of writing.
Loved this.
Brilliantly written – 3 stories of varying depth in so few words.
What a great impact with so few words!
Superb!
A great, many-layered story.
Heartfelt indeed. And very moving. Well done.
Superb
Excellent