Hopes

There I sat with my two year old daughter Shrishthi, playing with her hair and making her laugh.

Her voice soothed my heart.

Her face reflected innocence.

Here she giggles, there she tries to walk.

It’s just a pleasure to see her. And then suddenly my alarm went off.

Oh! It was a dream, I need to know what the reality is, and I thought and said to myself. I got up as usual and got ready to head for my office. While cooking my breakfast, I once again had the flashback. I had become used to those flashbacks as I had been having them since 4 years, but its effects are still the same.

I had an argument with my husband and this time we had fought terribly so much that my husband had walked out in rage. Shrishthi was two years at that time, and I had not expected that a simple fight would have costed me so heavily. Soon I had a call from the hospital saying that my husband had met with a bad accident. I took Shrishthi with me and without wasting a fraction of second, I started driving towards the hospital and unfortunately faced the same fate as my husband.

I had recovered fair enough but my daughter and husband didn’t. I was able to work normally in two to three weeks but daughter and husband weren’t. No sooner the doctor declared that my husband was dead and my daughter was in coma.

Since that day, I have been having dreams about my daughter and husband. These dreams tortured me in the beginning but now, I know they are there to make me realize what I had done. I have killed my family.

Today even doctors have said that my daughter will not revive, but I have high hopes. I am sure she will come once again and play with the new doll I had bought for her yesterday. I have full faith that soon I will hear the words ‘mummy, mummy’ from my sweet, smiling, Shrishthi, the universe. MY UNIVERSE: MY FAMILY: MY WORLD.

I have hopes because this is only what I can have now. All I have is a virtual family built of HOPE.