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 it's turning pale".
That moment stayed with me, as you left me. You left us...devastated and frail. It was too early...
They say, you're at a better place. I am sure, you are. But, what about me? What about us?
Everything about Life would be different, would be so much better if you were here...
I love you, i will always love you, Nani Jan.
Till I see you again...
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