It was a dull afternoon... I was standing right there, while you were laying on the hospital bed. I was numb...staring at your feet. They were swollen. I touched your feet with this desire that they'd show some movement, some signal...that you're here...with me. I couldn't believe the touch of my hands. My sensory organs were failed to process the information. I did not give up, i wanted to be sure. I wanted to feel your presence, your warmth. I leaned forward and kissed your feet...they were cold. You were never cold, Nani Jan. I couldn't believe that kiss... I couldn't believe that touch. So i remained there, for moments... It was my moment...it was our moment. There was undesirable noise, of ventilator and respiratory equipment...i wanted to hear your voice. In that very moment, i wanted you to call my name. I wanted you to scold me...i wanted you to open your eyes and see...see my face and say, "you're not eating healthy, look at your face ...