Is Sunshine Enough?

sunshine on my shoulders

sunshine on my shoulders

After insufferable body pain, numbness, buckets of tears every day after work and a couple of blood tests, the truth comes out in a month.

The doctor looks into her inquisitive eyes that already turned pale and says, “You don’t get enough sunshine… Your Vitamin-D level is awfully low. We need to quickly act…”

“What?” she looks surprised. She wants to argue like a little child but the words just refuse to come out. She has read about Vitamin-D in school and many more times after that. She is also aware how important sunshine is for the body, she wants to say a good many things about it to the doctor, but she’s too exhausted to speak.

She could hear the doctor say, “In our times, we exposed ourselves to the sun almost all the time. But in your generation??? You all want to avoid sunlight on your skin.”

This time, she gives him a curt look. He must be somewhere in his mid-forties and she in her mid-thirties. Then where’s the generation gap coming from ?

“Excuse me, can’t you see my age written in big and bold on the report?” she wants to ask, but stopped again. Arguing with the doctor won’t bring back her sunshine. Barring all those generation gap goof-up, the doctor was not at all wrong.

Yes, we do not get enough sunshine today. She recalls what she had almost forgotten for ages – the craziness in which she ran around with other children in the fields; her camping days when they stood  in the sun playing for long hours, long bike rides with friends on a sun-drenched summer, sometimes skipping her college classes, sitting on the terrace eating oranges and chatting with mother and many more. Sunlight was so much in abundance that she had not even thought about it. Now it’s time to think, to act…

Today, she, not unlike her generation, has learnt to cope without sunlight. Of course, you’ll find stacks of sunscreen lotions in her air-conditioned room, a home office to spoil her from going outside quite often. She finds time to go to the park, only in the evenings. She goes to big conferences only to confine herself to the four walls. She even smartens her marshal art skills – the classes held in the evenings mostly. Where is sunshine coming here?

She tries to remember since when  she learnt to live in the dark, but couldn’t. Beads of sweat gather on her foreheads. Her pretty face turns pale, once again. The doctor looks at her, this time with more sympathy. “Don’t worry, none of us get enough sunlight today, in the cities. You already know that our bodies need natural sunlight to synthesize adequate amounts of vitamin D in order to keep our bones strong and healthy, as well as support the immune system. So for a few weeks, if you take good calcium supplements and adequate natural sunlight exposure, you’ll be fine,” he smiles and prescribes some doses of medicines and plenty of sunshine.

She wakes up early next morning and realizes she has much more work to than any other day. She opens all her windows and doors to let sunlight come into her room, her bed, her workspace and everywhere. She picks up her lemon tea, which father makes for her, and comes out in the balcony, the fresh morning welcomes her with open arms. The golden rays of the sun plays on her eye lids, and she pampers herself by  the soft rays of the sun.

Every bit of gloom was gone paving its way for revival, joy and abundance. A sense of plenitude in the air filled her heart as she hums her all time favorite song: “Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry; Sunshine on the water looks so lovely, sunshine almost always makes me high.”

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