Tuesday, August 25, 2009

SUNSET……..

A moment of intense fear, shock and trauma held her tightly, leaving her expressionless. She wanted to scream and moan but her senses became involuntary. The very next moment she had her child’s head, soaked in blood, on her lap crying aloud for help. The neighbours rushed in alerted by her cry. They immediately rushed the child to a hospital wherein he was carried to the operation theatre.

Suddenly, the world took a pause as if the earth stopped rotating and time took a halt; she was once again surrounded by intense fear and agony. In the state of shock lay a mother- a mother who had that heavenly smile run across her face a few hours ago as she kissed her three year old who learnt to recite few verses of a poem. It was now that she sat at the corner of a bench outside an operation theatre wishing that the next moment her child came running calling out for her and she found that what she was experiencing was just a nightmare. Her neighbours tried to console her but all she could see were the stairs down the aisle stained with her three year old child’s blood. Her pain and agony were in retrospect with her blood stained clothes. It appeared as if it was she who was bleeding due to injury and her clothes were stained by her own blood. Indeed it was. For a mother, it was her own blood and so was the injury.

It was an hour of desperation for a mother. She was so helpless. Still in the state of shock, tears rolled down with pace. A neighbor tried to console her but no words were sufficient to ease the pain she felt within. Only if there was a way for her to learn about her child’s progress, it would atleast help her fight her fear. But, there lay a helpless mother, who would give up her own life if it was to save her son’s. She had lost her husband a year and a half ago. With no shoulder to lay her head on, she was, by no means, prepared to see the only hope for her survival fade away. The neighbor consoling her knew the fact that if the child doesn’t survive, the hospital will witness not one death but two.


Sorry, will continue the remaining later......hope u felt tht u want 2 read ahead...

1 comment:

  1. Man...!! a year gone u still dnt complete it.... guess it ws our 2nd year in colg wen i read dis..

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