The CT scan went “well” in the sense that Zaman and I got there on time (after desperately trying to find a parking space), I didn’t faint when they inserted the intravenous cannula and the contrast was injected with success (without too much discomfort or burning sensations in bizarre areas of the body).

All set, the machine ignites and starts whispering. I close my eyes, dreaming that I am standing on the small soccer field behind our house, gazing up at the surrounding birch trees in the sun and listening to one of my favourite symphonies: rustling of leaves and the chirping blackbird.

Pluck-the-day
Forgive
But-above-all
Love