Hopes

There I sat with my two year old daughter named Shrishthi,Playing with her her combing a doll's 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, I thought and said to myself. I got up as usual and got ready for office. While cooking my breakfast I once again had the flashback, I had become used to those flashbacks as I have been having them since 4 or 5 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 one year at that time, 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 an accident. I took Shrishthi with me and without wasting a fraction of second I started driving towards the hospital and met with the same fate as my husband had.

I had recovered fair enough but my husband and daughter didn't. No sooner the doctor had 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 at the beginning but now I know they help me realize what I had done. I had 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 dolls I had bought for her yesterday. I have full faith that soon I will hear the words MA from my daughter's mouth.

I have hopes because it is all I can have now.

A virtual family, with faded happiness, built of hopes!