She entered the ICU room. He was lying there. He was in coma but she realized there was still, a smile on his face. The same smile which used to drive her crazy once and still has the same impact. She sat beside him and holds his hand. She was not sure what she should talk but she wanted to. So she started talking about the moments they spent together.
She kept talking and talking and while talking she realized the happy moments they spent together were far greater in number and bigger in size, than all the fights they had. A trip down memory lane and she was falling in love all over again with him. She was wishing that everything goes back to normal and she was ready to wait.
She decides that she will come daily. She will read newspaper to him, read his favorite novels, will tell him about the latest movies and songs.
She didn’t realize the time and when she saw it, it was 12. She had to get back to work. But she was happy and quite sure that everything will be back to normal again.
As she stood up and began to let go off his hand, she felt something. A gentle pressure on her palm. She didn’t believe it. She tried to brush it off as her imagination, but she couldn’t help but notice. Soon she saw the little finger of his hand trying to hold her as if he didn’t wanted her to leave.
The graphs showed some activity. She was shocked and called out to the doctor. Suddenly the activity became quite unusual with his heartbeat and blood pressure all on the rise. The doctors and his team arrived and asked her to wait outside.
She could see the team at work from the mirror. The heartbeat just kept rising with readings crossing 250-260. It was time to pray.She prayed with dedication.
After a while , things seemed normal. She felt good. It seemed like a ray of hope to her. But the heartbeat was too low 90….80…70…and further more. It was a matter of time that she realized that’s it was all over. The doctors came out of the room. The nurses removed all the gadgets. It was all over. She didn’t want to believe that. She was still standing there, not able to understand the turn of events that just took place. She fell in love again only to loose him again, but this time forever.
She walked out of the hospital with guilt. It was her touch that brought him back to life and vice versa. She felt responsible for his death. She was not sure if it was a good decision to see him at all
9 comments:
heart throbbing... lovely... genuine.... out of place... doesnt suit a blog which has name hakuna matata....:)
Man I coundt understand .....good things will come flowing ....but i will tell u the worst ....it would have been better if some more twists and ,,,,A HAPPY ENDING ....dude the wbove person said it right ....common man ...it has to be HAKUNA MATATA with u !!!!
@kshitiz: life is not abt everything happy
@flower and kshitiz: yeah i will try to keep the spirit the hakuna matata alive in coming posts :)
U said it right ....LIFE IS ALL ABOUT STRUGGLE .....but dont try to tell me u kept the name HAKUNA MATATA without knowing that .....and as such there is no pain in ur life as far as I know so plzz dont try to write sad love stories to attract BABES .....
@kshitz: babes part may be rite :)
the pleasure that sad endings give you when you realise it's not your story is not the same as most others. nice concept. a little more time, and my comment would have called it a "masterpiece".
@abhishek: thanks a lot....next time i am going to grab that masterpice title...:)
What a sad story da!
Enough of all these DEV D kinda
stories man!
well, not a masterpiece, but a good piece of writing to be honest...
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