Samarppanam Page #5

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Aravindan...

So, you have come, Saya

I was waiting for you.

Where is Kanthi?

Why should you rush?

In such a hurry to see Kanthi?

There are others here you may like to meet.

Don't you want to see my wife?

There she is.

It blossomed the very next day.

Killing is the business of mere mortals.

Whatever one receives as alms is charity.

Not power.

Who gave power to the humans to kill animals?

To annihilate nature and helpless people?

Power is self-attained.

You think yourself to be God.

God does not intervene in anything.

He is only a witness.

Like how a cosmetic surgeon like me...

made my wife beautiful.

I must be the only cosmetic surgeon in the world who made a woman ugly.

I had to prove that I was not in love with her beauty.

It was necessary for me.

Having lost her beauty,

she was choosing death on her own.

I emptied her life into this rose.

What harm did poor Krishna do for you to...?

I reached her on that night only because...

she said she was thirsty.

I'm thirsty.

I'm thirsty.

There was no need for Krishna to go there that night.

Naturally, what she saw there must have shocked her.

I failed in all my attempts to make her understand.

I sentenced her to a painless afterlife.

It was the leech who taught me that great secret...

to drain blood without pain.

No creature is as dignified and merciful as the leech

who applies anodyne and drains the victim's blood.

Krishna, slowly regaining consciousness,

started running away from me.

That crazed run ended in front of that untimely train.

One more death has to happen here.

Whose?

The choice is yours.

All choices are traumatic.

Every choice is the death of the unchosen.

Saya, just a moment.

Give that letter to Kanthi.

This is my life.

Please accept this.

It was the doctor?

At times, we fail to see what is right before our eyes.

This is my choice.

Dear Kanthi,

Hemochromatosis, that is the name of your disease.

A condition of excess iron in the blood.

The only way to control this is to

drain blood at regular intervals.

No other treatment is available.

In order to live,

you have to die a little every day.

My bungalow and other buildings

are for rats, termites, and snakes.

They are not mine.

I do not want anything made by man.

But...

these trees, plants, and flowers

should not be orphaned.

A world full of loneliness, poverty, and pain,

it mocks what human life ought to be.

I am on my journey to a world where there are no human beings.

With a big box and all?

This is not an ordinary plant.

This is Nishagandhi.

You must take care of it till I come back.

-Is everything done? -Yes.

The fellowship and visa were processed quickly.

How are you now?

Much better now.

Blood drains once every two weeks.

Will be once a month very soon.

The moment I came face to face with death,

the wish to live grew stronger.

It was Aravindan who created the desire in me to live again.

My heart tells me that

Aravindan is behind my journey too.

You must go and attend to my plants once in a while.

They should not be ruined.

On one condition.

Call once in a while to ask after the wellbeing of your plants.

-Sankaretta, see you. -Okay.

Happy journey.

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