Vulnerable

Sometimes I wonder about the power of love, is it power at all? All that it makes you feel is vulnerable and weak.

Take Ramana's case for example. He is the care-taker/ watchman at our apartments. He lives in an outhouse with his wife and two kids. A timid, tentative and self-respecting man, all of 33 years, has fallen sick. Seriously sick. Bleeding rectum. Detected as not piles. But as some ulcer-la thing in the intestine. Suspected to be cancer. The family's hopes come tumbling down. The wife who is a part-time babysitter at my place sobs through her daily chores. She manages to pack off her daughters to the school with some spartan food dubbed as breakfast. She waits for the driver of our fifth floor neighbour to accompany Ramana to the hospital for the test, the test that would determine if the pain, the tumor and the bleeding are really cancerous. The family needs support, some strong words of confidence and some monetary aid as well. If not for love...