“Why should I stoop? I am ‘Father of God’! But when my son starts troubling me“
“No, no go ahead” I said.
“He is a loquacious, mischievous boy! His name is John. Hence with a gesture and pride, he proclaims himself to be a ‘Father of God’!! For the last three, four days, he has pain in the stomach and fever” his father started narrating.
“Is the pain continuous or comes in throes?,” I interrupted and asked.
“It is more or less continuous, but sometimes very severe, and----”
“Does he vomit?” I interrupted and asked.
“Only twice he vomited”
“Is he constipated?”
“Did you give him purgatives, or massage his tummy?”
“No, no--- we gave a doctor’s medicines but in vain. Our doctor suggested your name for consultation. So here we are!”
“Yes! Certainly yes!” I replied in a lean voice.
I did worry about John’s condition for many days to come. However with lapse of time, the incident was forgotten.
I recovered from a life threatening illness and restarted my practice. One evening, unexpectedly this family came to my consulting room.
“How is ‘Father of God’? Where is he?” I asked yearningly.
“He is in Heaven!” replied his father.
“Well! Gods revel in Heaven only” Said I in a lighter vein.
She is a lotus in mire,
A rose amid thorns,
A cactus in a desert,
A creation in derision,
A song of beauty
Born in adversity!!