By Jing Villamil

 

SHE trips on sunsets. No, she does not have the habit of falling flat on her face during “pag-aagawan ng liwanag at dilim”. It is more like a dropping to her knees, of being unceasingly stunned by its miraculous significance and magnificence! Where she ends, she begins – she runs to it, she splashes a smooth entry to the waters “here I am!”, and achieves oneness with the gold, orange, pink, purple, the blueing to indigo to black.

This “takipsilim” though, she swam slow yet purposeful. Not following the shoreline, but cutting across, aiming to where the sun had sunk.

A week from now, she marries him. He, to whom she got engaged three years before. He is on medical clerkship in the States, a groom-in-waiting for her to finish contract as volunteer doctor to this island’s poorest of the poor. He sent her the plane ticket. He made their wedding event a joint project for both their families and friends. She did not have to move a sterilized finger; she just have to board that plane!

But, she met this gorgeous hunk of a doctor a year before, a god to the sick, the broken. Actually, she, too, was samely worshiped for healing, truly caring for the unfortunate others. The little time they had after clinic hours, they healed and cared for their fortunate selves. They could not keep quiet and still their hearts; their music soared!

And so she swam, even after the sun had sunk. What to do? Whom to choose?

She must have made it! She made it back to shore? Or she made the choice of her life?

They said, she was hopping lightly on her bare toes. She was hugging and dancing with her huge wet towel! Upon reaching the open-air bathhouse, she did the twist, then she toed high a ballet leap, flinging both hands up, all fingers gracefully extended. And touched an exposed wire.

It zapped her dead, of course.

Some said it was suicide. Others said it could not be; it was mere accident. She was too jubilant!

I said, it was freakish. It was sad. It settled her dilemna to rest; but her guys had to settle with none. Of her.

To this time, her good doctors are still unscrambling the puzzle that was she.

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