• Jhansi,India
  • May 3, 2024

HOW A KISS FEELS

  Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …

The icon of love is just a simple smiley

Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …

The plant For-Soaked

The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …

My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.

Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …

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   Today is 2nd of August it’s been a month and till now we
haven’t seen any progress in his health.“Please get all the bills signed by
the doctor, and after that arrange them according to the date. I need to get
the reimbursement on all the bills of the hospital because we started lacking
with money so the bank in which your uncle works, told us to submit all the
signed bills by 10th of August”, my aunt said.

  We were in this hospital since the 2nd of July my uncle was admitted because of heavy weakness due to deficiency of blood, the haemoglobin
was getting low rapidly. The doctor said he needs two units of blood
immediately. So after the infusion of two units, his Hb increased and he started getting well but gradually. My uncle aunt didn’t have any child and they
spent 24 years of marriage together without a child which hardly affected their
lives. I am their nephew and was staying in the hospital with them since they were
facing this problem. I loved both of them truly and they too, loved me with all
possible care so I decided to stay with them until they get off the hospital
and be home.



 Living with them made me realized True Love and
the chemistry between two pure lovers. I realized that having a child is a
secondary thing the most primary thing is love between the two. Every day my
aunt use to brush his teeth, sponge his body, change his clothes and diapers,
and made him urinate in a urinal while lying on the bed. She also make-up his
face by applying a little bit of fragrance powder and applying an eyeliner
(kajal), which completes his make-up, then eventually she kisses his forehead
and sighs with the satisfaction of still being with her.



He always says to her “I am alive just because of you”,
and smiles at her with the same
satisfaction of being with him. This was their
routine since the day they were in this hospital. They become like family to
the staff and were greeted by every single staff member of the hospital. Every day
one or the other visitor keeps visiting us either his bank fellow members or
family members even his childhood friends also visited him who haven’t heard
about him since childhood. Everyone was shocked after hearing that we have been
here more than a month and today we cannot even say, that he is recovering.


When he gets bored while lying on the same bed around a
month, we use to play songs for him sometimes even sing them and dance on them but
he always ask my aunt to sing and says looking towards me, “I love her voice” and
she replies him looking towards me by saying, “I love his songs to sing”. She
is very melodious while singing which always made him asleep. They also use to
tell stories of their first meet which marked the beginning of their journey.
From getting married and till the date the fate has always made them live
together. We always keep praying to God in numerous ways the doctor also said
he needs lots and lots of wishes so that first he should get’ mentally well
so that the given medication can work properly then only the body will recover
quickly. We were trying every possible way with patience but still, there was
not even a percent of progress.

  And then a day came,
we were hopeful in the beginning, but eventually, every possibility came to an
end. We decided to refer him to the other hospital on the advice of one of the
senior doctors of the particular hospital where we were heading. We transferred
him to that hospital in the evening and the doctor in charge admitted him
directly to ICU.

My uncle got very edgy suddenly when he realized he is at
some different hospital now and started asking me why they brought me over here
what happened to me and we kept saying everything is good there’s nothing to
worry, and we brought you here only for cross-examining so that we may get
confirm about the medication been given. We explained everything to the doctor
and he said,” he’ll be okay you have brought him to the right place”, and they
started treating him.



We were told to stay in a private room just beside the ICU
ward because it wasn’t allowed to stay with patients, so the doctor told us to
leave the ICU and stay in the private ward. It was ten o’clock summers at their
peak, I and my aunt left him in the ICU and when we were leaving him he said,”
don’t leave me alone over here I am not feeling good” and we replied to him, “stay
strong we are outside the room only a sound away just call my name and I’ll be
there”, and the protocols made us leave him. But I kept visiting him three to
five times and he asked me to stay with him so I kissed his forehead and told
him to sleep you’ll be good soon and then the aunt visited him and said good
night, affirmed him that he will be good by tomorrow, and kept saying just stay
strong. This was the first night since the last six months, for him to spend alone
without us but we were in the next room. At 12 am we made him sleep and we left
him, thinking that now we’ll come in the morning to give him breakfast but we never
knew that this was the last time we were seeing him and talking, we never knew
that these were the last words to be heard and spoken.

  On the 7th of August at
3:40 am, I heard knocking at our room’s door, I opened the door
and the nurse said to come to ICU the doctor is calling. We went running over
there and saw my uncle looking towards the entrance waiting to see us. When I
looked at him he called my name with a sigh and raised his hand towards me as
if he was asking for help or something but just after that his hand fall at the
bed and he started taking deep breaths, a man was pressing or pumping his heart,
with both hands repeatedly. I could hardly make out anything at that time and
within no time the doctor declared his death due to a cardiac arrest.

 We were speechless, my aunt was shocked and I was like
brainless nothing seems to be understood, this was the first time someone died
in front of me, and I was thinking he was still alive and I kept pumping his heart
and asking him to wake up but when I realised the truth I got shocked and
everything that happened last month, was coming like a flashback in front of my
eyes which was inexplicable, and suddenly I thought of my aunt. If I am having
a flashback of only a month than what about my aunt.



She must be going through an unimaginable phase
and what type of flashback she must be having. The pain I had because of this
one month was nothing other than the pain she was having. I only lived for a month
but she was with her for twenty-four years and now everything was lost the
struggle to make my uncle healthy failed, our every try failed, we failed the
doctors failed, all the decisions made were failed, all the wishes failed,
prayers, sacrifices money, hope, faith, eventually failed and finally I
realized that I lost my uncle with whom I spend the last month without leaving
him for a single minute, my aunt lost her husband with whom she spends her last
twenty-five years without leaving him for a day and was expecting of making it another twenty-five years but failed.

This was how they were spending the last days of love
without knowing the end is so close but they kept loving each other
unconditionally and till the last breath.


“We know how to start and whatever we
live is the middle but we will never know the end 
which can be edited being in the middle”. 

Author

yash.shukl@gmail.com

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