It's a dark room. The only ray of light is from the monitor near the bed. I stare at the squiggly lines on the screen. They appear as tiny waves and patterns, emerging in a steady stream. They remind me of the doodles in Jugnu’s notebooks; Overwhelmingly cute, but never made any sense. Neither do these lines, in front of me.
My heart beat tries to match with the patterns on the screen, worrying and calming down alternately. The only sound I hear in the room is that of Jugnu breathing. Even her breathing is so musical, I reflect. She plays drums as part of the school band. I see her rhythm on the monitor.
It is interesting how a pair of lines is all it takes to depict our existence. A life is first seen as two lines on a kit. The end is portrayed by a straight line on a monitor. Thin lines that oscillate between hope and despair.
The radiologist tells me that the report will arrive in 2 days. "EEG is complicated", she says. “So is my life”, I murmur, as I walk out of the hospital, with a lattice of lines running all over my being.
