A little scare

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I withdrew my hand in fear. For a second my eyes locked contact with his glare. Code blue or red…or maybe my favorite purple….I am not really sure about the colour coding of emergencies in my body but the alarms started blaring, protocols were followed and I was in flight mode. No. This is not a scene of me running from that stranger with a knife in the dark alley. The villain in this story is a four legged yellow being,popularly known as the  lizard.

Being as lazy as I am, I had left my backpack in a corner and had conveniently forgotten to close it. Little did I know that it would be invaded by the villain of our story. I had discovered him on the quest for a permanent marker. Now I am really not sure who was more scared- my five feet seven gigantic human self or the 5cm long creepy guy. Either ways,both of us jumped. Me with a yelp,throwing the bag on the floor and the little monster leaped for dear life(he wasn’t really that sinister…still since this is being written in throes of this scare, I want to paint him as cruel a villain as possible.)

Now,lets rewind and see in slow motion. Let’s pause at the moment when I saw the lizard in the bag. My brain processed it as a lizard.  There were some simultaneous conversations happening in my brain-

The-more sensible/sane part: “It’s just a lizard. It will not harm you. Do not worry. Just withdraw the hand and let it out. Finished.”

The freak centres( obviously the more dominant ones): “Woman!that’s a slimy yucky lizard…eww…it’s about to jump on top of you. Retreat!!!! Scream!!…Adrenals, pump in some of your potions. Heart,increase the drum roll. Hands, throw that bag away…as far as you can.”

I am sure you know which commands I followed (now picture that whatsapp smilie which looks up .Or read as “the exasperated look!”). The first part of my brain did not give up but went on to remind me that this does happen in my dealings with many problems. Apparently, I deal with many tiny issues in life like this. So it says! Who am I to argue? Afterall, it is the “brainy” one.


Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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