The Pleasure Of Pain
The Pleasure Of Pain2 mins 115 2 mins 115
He looked emaciated. The hospital bed was crammed with life support systems. Yet, his vegetative existence meant a lot to Jenny. It was a feeling of having 'someone you call your own. She was up there before visiting hours so that she could spend more time. At the end of visiting hour, the nurse would watch her shed a few drops. She would use her kerchief and fake a smile...bidding goodbye to John till tomorrow. The doctors had advised putting an end to the show. Yet, she continued to pay hefty bills without ascribing a second thought to it.
One fine morning, she was there bedecked. She looked like a queen. With her curly mane tied in a bun, a pearl necklace to match with the attire, and a stiletto to complement. She was holding a beautiful leather purse in one hand and a bunch of yellow tulips and some goodies in the other. The attending nurse was surprised to see her bewitching self well before time.
"What is the matter, madam? You are much ahead of time."
"Yes, dear. I am very excited today. Today we all will celebrate. I have brought these goodies for one and all. John always loved to feed people. Let me do this in his honor. He cannot see and smile for sure...but, this must be his soul's desire to have a modest celebration even.
"Today is his Birthday. Please call the doctor to release him from suffering. He cannot take it anymore. Let us bid him a cheerful farewell."
A pall of gloom descended.