The boy looked up balefully, spittle dripping from his mouth. He looked drained. The attacks always sapped him. Saroja held him tight. She was used to the experience. Her only son Mohan had been suffering the sporadic epileptic attacks since he was a toddler - for the past 8 years. But it was always more traumatic when it happened in public. People were often shocked. Generally they stayed away, repulsed by the hysterical spasms, and nauseating foaming and vomit.
Mohan was calm now. He looked relaxed as he lay, eyes half closed, leaning against his mother.
The middle aged lady, who had been watching from a safe distance now approached Saroja cautiously.
'What happened? Is he ok?'
'Yes he's fine now. He is epileptic. He has been having these attacks ever since he was a baby.' Saroja explained patiently.
'Have you taken him to see a doctor? You should get him checked at a hospital.'
Saroja looked at the woman wearily.
Monday, February 8, 2010
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