In the afternoon we visited her in her old home.
She stood there near the water cooler expecting us .
Just what she was expecting. Someone would come.
The others expected someone of her kin to come.
There she was, shaking like a tree in the wind.
There was this electricity passing in her
As if she was just an old tangle of wires.
As though a lightning struck her from the sky
And reached down all the way to the earth.
Doctor? It is all a mental thing.
How does one get out of these mental things?
Nobody believes her.Nobody does.
I want you to say something. Don’t keep quiet.
Say anything. A story, may be.
Say it for God’s sake. Tell me a story.
Your silence is my utter darkness.
I cannot breathe in such darkness.
Her eyes dilated in horror as her words flowed
in a cascade of fiery rebukes and pitiful entreaties.
We did not have any stories to tell her.