Touch is a sensation which often has numerous tales to tell. Touch has a memory of its own. Not only the heart, but even the brain can well identify the words depicted by touch. A lovable and happy touch is etched in our minds forever. I remember an incident I witnessed a few years ago portraying the power of touch.
My uncle was admitted to a nursing home as he was suffering from a sudden chest pain. After a thorough examination, the doctor declared that he had survived a mild attack and should be kept under observation for a few days. During my visits, one day, I noticed the patient in the cabin next to my uncle. A young man, severely injured in a car accident, was under treatment for about two months.What was more painful that he had lost his vision in that accident. While the man and his wife were travelling, somehow their car lost its control and bumped into a truck. A nurse informed me. It occurred early in the morning and, the truck driver didn’t dare or care to stop and rescue the poor souls.When they were brought lately to the hospital by the police, both of them were unconscious and almost half-dead. After about two months, both have recovered substantially, but the man was in a trauma. He was not at all ready to accept the truth; that he had lost his vision and, was in a state of permanent depression.
The story really melted my heart.
The next day, as I reached the nursing home, there was a small crowd in front of that cabin. Out of inquisitiveness, I asked the same nurse what was going on.
The man was throwing weird tantrums and, the therapist suggested that his wife should visit him. For the last two months, they were not in a stable physical state to meet each other. The man had not been informed about the visit for that could make him more restless.
Few minutes later, a pale, fragile, woman arrived in a wheelchair. She was taken to the side of her husband who was continuously bending his body with an effort to get down and was shouting incessantly like a madman. Two male nurses were there to prevent his attempts. The wife, her expression clearly showed, that, she was shocked by the sight. But then, she somehow gathered herself and, without uttering a word, she touched his hand….her husband’s hand!
Like a spell, like some charm applied, the husband stopped shouting and writhing at the very moment. He extended his hand and touched hers; a few seconds…and both of them started crying. It was hard for everybody present there to fight back tears.
A traumatic accident, an irreparable loss, two months of solitude- still they didn’t need to utter a single word to express their feelings for each other. There was something different about that touch. Sometimes, a touch reaches your heart. Sometimes, reaching out and, taking someone’s hand denote the beginning of a new journey.
That moment, I realised, a single touch speaks a thousand words.