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www.the-criterion.com <strong>The</strong> <strong>Criterion</strong>: <strong>An</strong> <strong>International</strong> Journal in English ISSN 0976-8165<br />

stare up at the sky--it was such a deep blue, he could feel it saturating his eyes. Cessnas whirred,<br />

and puffy clouds trailed across the zenith. Sunlight warmed his face, melting his body into floods<br />

of pins and needles as feeling, real feeling, finally returned. Tears streamed across his cheeks as<br />

he choked back a sob. He’d found it, after so many years. <strong>The</strong> part of him that dreamed its own<br />

dreams for so long had reawakened. As the memories of both halves merged inside a throbbing<br />

headache, Jonathan understood at last.<br />

“Jonathan, what’s wrong with you? Are you all right?” <strong>The</strong> woman behind him asked.<br />

His voice coarse from disuse, Jonathan said, “Yes... yes. It’s finally over. I can’t believe it.” He<br />

had by now completely broken down. His other half’s memories--now his own--told him about<br />

the terrible accident some years ago that had caused the partial loss of his mind. No doctor had<br />

thought he’d recover from it, but they were all too eager to study it. <strong>The</strong>y were wrong. He’d<br />

made it through.<br />

<strong>The</strong> woman frowned, creasing her weather-beaten features. “What are you talking about,<br />

Jonathan? What’s over?” She asked slowly.<br />

Through his tears, tears of happiness he never thought possible, Jonathan said, “Amy, I love you.<br />

So much.” <strong>An</strong>d he really did love her for never giving up on him, for never again leaving his side<br />

after the accident. He smiled. Amy sat in stunned silence; then, whispering his name, let her face<br />

crumple into tears as she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. Jonathan buried his<br />

face in her hair, never wanting to let her go.<br />

Those who watched him went out to get a late lunch, also smiling.<br />

Vice, virtue or something of that sort<br />

Translated Story by Gopa Nayak<br />

From Original in Oriya by Paramita Sathpathy<br />

You’ll need to find the e-mail for this one<br />

“Your case is amazingly complicated. We have to treat it some what differently from other<br />

divorce cases. We need your complete cooperation in this. I hope you understand.”<br />

“Yes, I do.”<br />

“You believe that your wife has developed some mental abnormality”.<br />

“Yes.”<br />

“However, the specialist has reported that her mental state is not at all different from any normal<br />

individual.”<br />

<strong>Vol</strong>. <strong>II</strong>. <strong>Issue</strong>. <strong>II</strong>I 284 <strong>September</strong> <strong>2011</strong>

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