Horrible fortnight...


July 12-2011, it was a rainy day…heavy downpour was like anything…the day which taken away my little sister’s life….It was just a week after I have gone back to Bangalore after my Dad’s hospitalization. A day before my off days, it was a Saturday, when I called her she was compelling me to come home…even booked my return ticket. I came home…she was much exhausted than usual, when asked she told me that she felt feverish…we consulted doctor. That day was different, she prepared food for me, we ate together…she cracked some jokes. Unable to sleep well she asked me to sit beside her ,I did…She was looking to my eyes when I caressed her forehead…winking her eyes…then she slept slowly….Next day early morning I woke up as mom called me …she was crying with pain…stomach pain…as she said…we took her to hospital. After some time they moved her to ICU. Me and mom, we were waiting outside the ICU, we could see doctors and nurses rushing inside, mom… she was weeping and me, I was praying. After some time doctor came out ,he told me “we are hopeless…BP shot up…so already her brain is dead…followed by cardiac arrest twice…anyway let us keep her in ventilation…pray to GOD…if a miracle happens….” He went inside. Still mom was looking to my face as perplexed by doctors words. Whole night we were sitting there sleepless…with prayers…Next morning I could see my prayers wasted…my little sister is dead. Coming Monday Dad’s leg will be amputated... I have extended my leave and waiting for the surgery….Still it is raining , I loved rain a lot…but now it is not at all cheerful, it is tearful…horrible…I hate it….

After a Fortnight….

I don’t feel much sad about my Father’s sudden death within a fortnight after my sister’s demise…He was suffering like anything for the last four-five years…he was so weak when I took him to hospital for the amputation surgery. That day itself it was done…his right leg was amputated above the knee. I wonder that he was not aware of the fact that he lost his leg and can’t walk. He spoke to me, mom and relatives on next day, as if he was normal…just once or twice only. He was not sleeping at night…whole night he was talking to someone in imagination, when I ask him he said that he was talking to his daughter. Next day he slept well…but he did not wake up normally…whenever we call him he was just murmuring something ambiguous…Once he woke up and told us “I am going with my daughter”…he slept forever…making me and my mom alone…Four became two in  fortnight…. 

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