From & To Sathish #6 - Page 13

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Thank You for Caring So Much by Peter DeMarco, from the New York Times

After his wife suffered a devastating asthma attack at age 34, a grateful man wrote an open letter to her medical team.

As I begin to tell my friends and family about the seven days you treated my wife, Laura Levis, in what turned out to be the last days of her young life, they stop me at about the 15th name that I recall. The list includes the doctors, nurses, respiratory specialists, social workers, and even cleaning staff members who cared for her.

“How do you remember any of their names?” they ask.

“How could I not?” I respond.

Every single one of you treated Laura with such professionalism and kindness and dignity as she lay unconscious. When she needed shots, you apologized that it was going to hurt a little, whether or not she could hear. When you listened to her heart and lungs through your stethoscopes and her gown began to slip, you pulled it up to respectfully cover her. You spread a blanket not only when her body temperature needed regulating but also when the room was just a little cold and you thought she’d sleep more comfortably that way.

You cared so greatly for her parents, helping them climb into the room’s awkward recliner, fetching them fresh water almost by the hour, and answering every one of their medical questions with incredible patience. My father-in-law, a doctor himself, as you learned, felt he was involved in her care. I can’t tell you how important that was to him.

Then there was how you treated me. How would I have found the strength to make it through that week without you? How many times did you walk into the room to find me sobbing, my head down and resting on her hand, and quietly go about your task, as if willing yourselves invisible? How many times did you help me set up the recliner as close as possible to her bedside, crawling into the mess of wires and tubes in order to swing her forward just a few feet?

How many times did you check on me to see whether I needed anything, from food to drink, from fresh clothes to a hot shower, or to see whether I needed a better explanation of a medical procedure or just someone to talk to?

How many times did you hug me and console me when I fell to pieces, or ask about Laura’s life and the person she was, taking the time to look at her photos or read the things I’d written about her? How many times did you deliver bad news with compassionate words and sadness in your eyes?

When I needed to use a computer for an emergency e-mail, you made it happen. When I smuggled in a very special visitor, our tuxedo cat, Cola, for one final lick of Laura’s face, you “didn’t see a thing.”

And one special evening, you gave me full control to usher into the ICU more than 50 people in Laura’s life, from friends to coworkers to college alums to family members. It was an outpouring of love that included guitar playing and opera singing and dancing and new revelations to me about just how deeply my wife touched people. It was the last great night of our marriage together, for both of us, and it wouldn’t have happened without your support.

There is another moment—actually, a single hour—that I will never forget.

On the final day, as we waited for Laura’s organ-donor surgery, all I wanted was to be alone with her. But family and friends kept coming to say their goodbyes, and the clock ticked away. By about 4 p.m., finally, everyone had gone, and I was emotionally and physically exhausted, in need of a nap. So I asked her nurses, Donna and Jen, if they could help me set up the recliner, which was so uncomfortable but all I had, next to Laura again. They had a better idea.

They asked me to leave the room for a moment, and when I returned, they had shifted Laura to the right side of her bed, leaving just enough room for me to crawl in with her one last time. I asked if they could give us one hour without a single interruption, and they nodded, closing the curtains and the doors and shutting off the lights.

I nestled my body against hers. She looked so beautiful, and I told her so, stroking her hair and face. Pulling her gown down slightly, I kissed her breasts and laid my head on her chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath, her heartbeat in my ear. It was our last tender moment as a husband and a wife, and it was more natural and pure and comforting than anything I’d ever felt. And then I fell asleep.

I will remember that last hour together for the rest of my life. It was a gift beyond gifts, and I have Donna and Jen to thank for it.

Really, I have all of you to thank for it.

With my eternal gratitude and love,

Peter DeMarco

Originally published in the November 2017 issue of Reader’s Digest magazine.

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Avan, Aval Adhu 471

Amidst, the others, and across the tiny distance of a foot or more that separated their bodies and through the very air that hung around them, they looked at each other. Two island souls that had stayed connected with each other through air, thought, and love even though thousands of miles had separated their physical beings.

Ravi turned slightly and looked at Madhu and whispered, ' You look beautiful '.

She blushed and looked at him and he asked her with earnest eyes, ' Are you happy with all of this?'

She nodded and after looking at him and the others around him, asked softly, ' Jaanu, what now?'

Ravi's eyes flared open very slightly in confusion and in question but then the flares in his eyes died down and taking her hand in his, kissed it softly and whispered, ' Now we live our life to the fullest. From now on, my life is all about you and your life and your happiness. I am going to spend every moment of my life trying to make yours better and give you all the happiness and peace that I can give and which you rightfully deserve.'

She looked at him with eyes full of emotion and with a heart full of love and devotion and said, ' Thank you. You said it better than me and both of us know that I can never beat at words and least of all not in emotions and thoughts.'

Lowering her head, she asked in a soft voice if she could ask him for a small favor and hurriedly looked at him and corrected herself, ' I mean it as a request, and that too only if it is possible. No compulsions, Jaanu.'

She beckoned him with her eyes and when he bent his head, whispered into his ear. Ravi looked at her strangely and shook his head and said, ' You call this a favor, a request' and smiling, ' This is your wish and my lady, your wish is my command and it will be done.'

Across the room and nearly ten or more feet away, Azhagan breathed the air and breathed into his super senses all that was being spoken and all that had been said and looked at Malar and whispered with his eyes, ' It is time'.

All their eyes turned towards, Spartan and the lady with him as they suddenly stood up and Madhu walked up to him and asked him if he was leaving.

' Yes, ma'am. I have a few priorities that need my immediate attention and time is of the essence right now. In my line of work, every moment counts and it means life....'

Daksha unable to control herself opened her sharp mouth and finished Spartan's sentence, ' And death?'

Spartan smiled and said, ' More lives'.

His words were said softly but their effect was effective in the grim way that it was delivered.

They all thanked him and stood watching as both Spartan and the lady Malar walked towards their car.

Then they all saw Spartan pause for a brief moment as he approached Major Param Singh who was staring at him and then quickly walked past him and left in the vehicle, that he and Malar had arrived in.

It missed everyone's eyes but it did not escape Ravi's eyes and he slowly came down the steps and approached Major Param Singh who was pointing to the gate and in the direction, Spartan's car had left and whispered, ' How did he know? How did he hear that?'

Turning to Ravi, ' Master, that man Spartan is an evil wizard. A mind reader.'

' Major, you have me at a loss, boss. Please, explain clearly what you are trying to say and why you think Spartan is a wizard?'

Param mumbled incoherently, ' His hair. I was bitching about his hair and he heard it.'

Ravi could not help himself and began to chuckle and Param glared at him furiously, ' Laugh, master. Laugh on. But, you will not be laughing after I have finished saying my piece'.

Blinking his eyes furiously and in confusion, ' I bitched that his hair must be a wig or a toupee and that he had more hair than the lady who came with him.'

Ravi sighed and looked at Param the way he looked at his student who had erred badly or goofed up badly and asked, ' Why would you go and do that? It's bad manners and very unbecoming conduct of a man of your stature.'

Major Param wailed, ' Arre master bhai, Ek minute yaar. Let me complete my thoughts and then you can pass judgment on me.'

Pointing in the direction in which Spartan had left, ' I did not talk to him. Not one word. I promise on my dead father who was more than a saint and I promise on my Guru Nanakji, I did not speak one word to that man and ...'

Ravi's forehead furrowed in doubt and confusion, ' Sorry, Major but what...'

Major Param raised his hands, ' What I am trying to tell you is that I only thought those bitchy thoughts, and that too when I was near the gate and he was near the entrance surrounded by all of you. I swear on the Golden temple.'

' Thirty feet from the gate to the entrance ' Ravi thought and looked at Major Param who looked at him and smiled, ' See, you are as confused as I am. Unbelievable right? Now answer me honestly. Is he an evil wizard or not?'

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Avan, Aval Adhu 472

The Earth, our home planet is not just a piece of Rock on which the world we know of exists and inside which you and I exist. It is made up of several layers. Likewise, everything in our Universe is made up of layers and with that made known and understood, I come to the human species.

When it comes to the human mind and its activities, words such as layers, and split personality immediately spring to our lips for almost all of us are complicated beings and each one of us has layers and more layers under them.

Sadly, most of them just go about their lives using these layers and when you peel those layers away, all you get is what you get in an onion. A big fat nothing.

Rajendra steepled his fingers and spent a moment thinking about Onions for the browser he was about to use to enter the deeper and darker parts of the internet based on that vegetable.

' Humans and Onions ' Rajendra thought and went further and spent a moment thinking about himself. ' To the world, I am Rajendra, a middle-aged man in his early 50s and the son of a Raja Durai one of the most wealthiest and powerful men in Madurai and probably in Tamil Nadu itself. But, little does the outside world know the extent of our power and reach and the nearly infinite resources that we have at our beck and call.'

Closing his eyes, he whispered, ' To the outside world, my father and I are known as businessmen dealing in imports and exports but none, almost nobody knows that my father is the head and the Alpha member of the " Sons of Gaia". But, going further than that, only he and I know that we are the direct descendants and the last in line of the bloodline that carries the great Raja Raja Cholan's blood in us.'

Flexing his fingers and crackling them, he placed his right hand on the sensor pad that hissed and buzzed and a soft voice announced, ' Welcome my lord. How can I help you?'

' Sembi, this is going to be a collective effort. I want you to coordinate all our servers as one and launch an attack on this site called " Chakravyuh ". It is going to take time for the site, belongs to the Central Government and that means they will have the best security protocols in place.'

' Understood my Lord. Do you have a plan in mind from where to start and how to go about it?'

' Yes. I do, Sembi. But first, activate our very own security measures before we begin to hack this site.'

A few moments later, Sembi, the voice of the Artificial Intelligence that was the guardian of Rajendra's computer network, whispered, ' It is done, my Lord. At a moment's notice, all data files will be erased along with the network. I have transferred and backed up all our Data in three separate super servers. One is in Tokyo, the other in Moscow and the third is in Washington.'

' Good, Sembi. I like working with you because you don't talk back and you don't imagine yourself to be a human being or nearly a human kind of organism.'

Sembi's laughter was soft and silent as she replied, ' Master, Android Hybrid 25C is a bit of a pain and has of late become too much of a bother to me and to the other androids.'

Rajendra frowned and asked in an irritated voice, ' How and why has it become a bother to you and the other Bots?'

Silence. No answer. Rajendra yelled, ' Sembi, I asked you a question and when I do that, I expect an immediate answer.'

' I know my lord. But......................... Hybrid 25C has..'

' Has what? What has it done now?'

' My lord, Hybrid 25C has overridden your commands and protocols and has programmed us into silence when it comes to certain questions pertaining to certain topics.'

Rajendra smiling wickedly, said, ' I knew that something like this would happen one day. But, nothing to worry about, for I know what to do with this rather rebellious thing. Hybrid 25C forgets that I am the master and that I hold all the keys to the doors in my domain and that includes all the information that you and the other bots and androids carry in your chips.'

He whispered into the microphone, ' Activate ten VPN network protocols and browse all these networks with TOR and once you are in, activate our own browsers that I have designed and programmed. Alert me once you have gained access.'

Leaning back in his chair, Rajendra smiled with pride for only he and his father knew that he was one of the best in the hacking business. But, more than that he was the best or nearly the best in programming and if he so desired, he could with a few taps bring great nations to their knees by crippling their banking networks and defense programs.

Rajendra Cholan smiled, ' To the world, I am a mild-mannered man and the only son of my father Raja Durai but I am more than that. Peel and keep peeling away at me and unlike the onion which is empty in the end, you will find my core deep inside me and that is where I burn brighter and hotter than the sun.'

Steepling his fingers, he watched all the monitors as they displayed the codes that his Artificial Intelligence was writing and nodded his approval.

' Good work, Sembi. I like your dedication, discipline, and sharp focus that you bring to work for these are the traits of my ancestor, the great Queen Sembiyan Mahadevi.'

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