Her spirit is a Miracle :)

I went to meet her today like usual. Her words stumbled more, her head shakes vigorously and she looked paler and weaker then ever before. Yet none of it has oppressed her valour. The smile she wears on her lips could warm a whole winter month. she is my friend Ishita and she suffers from multiple sclerosis (MS). in case you haven't heard about it , MS is a disease in which the nerves of the central nervous system (brain and spinal cord) degenerate.

I met Ishita about 7 years ago in our school summer camp , she was a girl of numerous talents. Be it quizzes or dramatics ,singing or group discussions , she managed to enthrall everyone with her performances. A jack of all trades and a master charmer as i called her.

Today, my heart throbs to see a girl so capable lie on a bed 24x7 , completely reliant on others and incapable of hushing even a little fly that sits on her nose.

We had continued to be in touch even after the camp , her health began deteriorating but she never gave up - with a spirit as mighty as a mountain she not only passed her 9th standard but stood amongst the top rankers of her class.

Today, her misery casts a gloom on me every time I think of her deplorable state.

It was sometime in July the same year , she called me up one day and with a low voice told me about her disease.I like her, wasn't mature enough to foresee what faith had hurled on the innocent soul that time. 'you will get well soon' I said and she responded with a 'sure , thanks i will hopefully' in a cheerful voice.

Its been four years and i throttle everytime i visit her , more so because i have seen her dance , sing, speak and live life like a normal teenager.Her health has been declining each passing day and no miracles may happen. Neither is her survival a miracle. 

But her spirit is phenomenal. The way she bravely accepts it all is a 'miracle'.

she is not a mentally retarded patient. she remembers her Past , can judge her present and knows that her future rests on the same bed yet the vital spark I notice in her , chills the nerves and leaves me astounded - its a 'miracle'.

It may not be supernatural , but her zest for life , her desire to create and dwell in optimism - its a 'miracle'.

The love she intwines , making everyone around adore her, willingly spending time even if it means to sit near a stinking bed and patiently listening the words that fall apart - it s a 'miracle'.

Her face radiates with sheer beauty and her power packed smile even when she urinates on the bed itself - its a 'miracle'.

she is special , very special and that's why maybe God chose her, not to show miracles. He made her a miracle itself.

my friend Ishita is a miracle and I marvel her spirits. 




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PS : I would like add something here , A cousin of mine too suffers from the same disease and she is an equally brave and wonderful soul. This story is dedicated to her too :)