First it creeps slowly in the underbrush. A grumble, a growl– lurking in the thicket beyond sight. The sun is at high noon and the temperature is rising.
Then it pounces. I’m in its jaws right now, and from the relative submission, I see that there are inscriptions on each stripe. Sequentially, head to foot, the tiny letters, legible in any language read:
and now nausea
maybe vomitting and more if the tiger stalks with a friend
I think of sublimating my self-interest ala Mark for all those whose suffering is orders of magnitude beyond mine. Dr. V has done surgeries with a temperature of 104, so have so many of the Aravind family. I think of my own pioneering entry about the value of suffering and all your blog posts and emails.
This time, there will be greater observation of myself through this.
Not that I have a choice, but as Karma Lekshe says, “Intention is everything.”
Consider me on hold for a bit. Folks from the U.S.– don’t call. It drains my cell service super-fast. Just got a call from Kanama aunty at Aravind– I’m in their capable hands, and will be fine.