Thursday, 20 February 2014

She was a beginner, finding difficulty in learning course of the radial nerve.
'There's just no way I can put one more thing in my brain without super saturating it'
He looked at her with eyes full of confidence. 'Lets hope you don't have to'. With that he took her arm and drew on it, in white and yellow colors, the course of the radial nerve, painting with meticulous skill the glorious turn it took around the elbow , his brush flattering the smoothness of her arm like a child sliding down a slippery slide.
She exclaimed in spite of herself. ' I think I will never forget it'
Yet four years from then, she sat there with her arm extended. Her mind was as empty as her heart was barren.
She tried to recall with her eyes closed and her fingertip touching the now firm skin of the girl who had left behind her adolescent chubbiness. Her memory failed to navigate her finger that strayed from her arm and eventually stopped, without her knowing, on the exact spot where an artist had once signed his name.
But she did not remember where radial nerve was was supposed to be.
Worse still, as she looked far into the empty horizon, she did not remember where he was supposed to be.

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