THE EMBODIMENT OF TERROR-I

THE INTROSPECTRUM

Moksh lay on a hospital bed with his arm and leg hanged with support.He slowly started to gain consciousness, and when he tried to open his eyes but was only able to stretch the left eye as his right eye was patched up with bandages as it suffered a severe injury, Dr. agnihitori arrived in his ward and asked, "how are you feeling son? do you feel more pain?" he nodded in rejection. the doctor went outside with Moksh's father, Mr Suryansh Chaturvedi

"Sir, your son, has suffered some serious injuries on his right arm, even damaging the 'antecubital fossa' technically means the elbow region, which is quite difficult to heal. The humerus has undergone too many cracks, and the fingertips are gone case, even it healed with the help of finger prosthetics, but regular movement like before is impossible. the right eye had been 25% damaged due to broken pieces of glass from the headlight got penetrated; right ankle tendon got damaged."

Mr Chaturvedi gasped in panic and said, "my son will be okay?"

"Yes, he will, but his movements won't be good as before." Dr. agnihitori replied. Mr Chaturvedi and his wife, Mrs Ragni Chaturvedi, sat on the hospital's bench, discouraged and saddened by their son's state.

2 MONTHS LATER

Moksh was reclining on his bed, waiting for the discharge confirmation from the doctor, but he was not happy about it rather morose about his plight. The arm was devastated and couldn't even hold a pen properly, and the right eye's vision distorted, and it had a blind spot that reduced his visual field.

Moksh just laid down on his bed all day and was losing all hope in the thought of whether he will be able to continue his art; his appetite was dead, and he ate too little. He was in despair.

Many relatives came to visit him to wish him good health, but it was like a mockery and a laughing stock for them. It made him itch in exasperation.

Moksh contacted the college department for an explanation of his sudden disappearance and sent the detailed medical reports; he tried every day to hold the pencil as his hand trembled too much even to carve a line or write his name and can't walk around anymore, he used a wheelchair to move.

Moksh was getting more and more pessimistic, even he started his physiotherapy sessions. Still, there were no improvements in his condition. 4 months passed; moreover, no progress and despair led him to make a life-shattering decision.