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As the evening wore on, Sujata got a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach, as the enormous Banyan outside her room metamorphosed into an unfamiliar gaunt image on the reflective window pane.

Moments of confusion later, she relaxed!

This happened frequently in recent months when she’d wake up with a spring in her step, charged up to start her daily routine, but ended up gripping the window ledge, gnawing at the blank images the mind threw up.

Gazing at the mighty tree brought Sujata solace; its enveloping shade comforted her frayed nerves as she grappled with memory outages.  

Lyssa Medana _____________________
100 Words written for the photo-prompt at the Light and Shade Challenge and
for World Alzheimer's Day 2014 at Write Tribe.



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  1. The mind can be a terrible thing, especially for the afflicted. Well portrayed.

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    1. True, Shailaja..we feel bad for the caregiver but it must be far more terrible for the afflicted person too, right? Thanks :-)

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  2. We'll written Uma. Alzheimer's is such a struggle for the people suffering from it and even more for the caretakers. Any familiar thing would provide solace I think.

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    1. Absolutely, Tulika. They must be clutching on to whatever keeps them connected to their lives. Thanks, Tulika!

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  3. This is scary.The sense of helplessness is beautifully brought out.

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    1. Yes, it is scary for someone to go through this as well as for someone who has to see someone go through this. Thanks, Geeta!

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  4. Very well portrayed and brilliant take. Scary for the one to go through this Uma.
    I've nominated you for the Liebster award. Please check the following link for further details and accept it if it isn't against your blog policy. Cheers.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Shanx for the appreciation and the award nomination :-)

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