oh my god!!...its not two its three much!!
hw could you bear so much..??.....who is he to tell whats right and whats not....???
if i was at your place i would never let him do such to me and then you have your own life and....Anyway bye.Got some work.talk ya later.
She hung up the phone...I smiled while keeping the phone on the table...
Smriti will never change,she knows who he is still...
its already 8:30 pm and i'm still left for the dough...
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He again shouted at me for the roti being hard(though seems soft to me) n curry being cold...but i didnt react...why i dont know...!anyway goodnight...
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today he has brought sweets and tube rose from the market...but forget again to wish me,i'm happy still...hope smriti remembers it...i wish i could invite them but may be some other day...
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she called up...Thank god!she has forgotten about the last day.She wished me,again asked me about him...
He was around...so couldn't reply...I'm not scared of him but i don't want his mood go down though nowadays he hardly understands anything...
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Pls don't get up...Do you want some water?
I opened my eyes...everything seems so hazzy but i can't keep it open...so i close again!
Pls try to open mam...your friend is waiting for you...see!
I opened with much struggle...
It was Smriti standing at the door with a bouque of tube rose,my favourite!!
Her face was always cheerful but today its bit sulky,anguish and tensed...still she managed to smile...I tried to smile but its paining...!
She sat at the stool beside me...the white cladded lady disappeared from the room...
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Why didn't you listen to me that day?I told you let him be admitted to some good asyllum but you are too stub-born to listen to anyone...see yourself...
3 months of coma....
I look aside and checked the calendar,its september...last time i had seen him was in mid june,with his wooden stick held high...then i can't remember...
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I smiled again....
You are impossible...At hardest of moment you like to smile...everytime I used to love it but today I hate it...For this you are here,in hospital...
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I tried to hold her hand...she reflexed back...!!
I tried again....she let me hold this time...
I spoke at last.....
'Smriti'...
'what?'...
'He is my father.....and he has no one other than me"
Smriti left me alone that day too though not with anger but with a faint smile....
I'm happy still...
