Two Days And A Few Hours

Two Days And A Few Hours

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 Sequence 1: The Last Text

It was 7 in the morning, nothing could I hear except the bells tolling in the nearby Shiva temple and sharp indenting sun warmth.

'No', said I with angst.

'But you've to son', is all I heard back.

Bitten by fear, I fumed, 'what if I die?'. 'The words' hit her deep.

'She' sobbed out her love to me. I hugged 'her' and bleated forth a wailing cry.


I was now in my hospital bed, cozy yet uncomfortable for a 'pusillanimous', thinking about my hitherto, well-cherished short life. Ambitions, dreams and Steve jobs were the few things that emerged out of my musing.

 Is it the end? 'No', I told myself. ‘Why is Shiva doing this to me?’ I wondered.

Breaking into my thoughts, a well-dressed attendant entered the room and asked me to get ready to stroll down to the operation theater. I cursed the moment and looked out for my phone.

I texted 'you' in an unpropitious hope of getting a reply.

‘We are lovers’, thought I. ‘We were’, I corrected myself.


Sequence 2: The ICU

It looked more like a mechanical workshop, I've been familiar with. Chisels, drill, choppers, clams, dilators, hooks, were all immersed sterilizing in a rectangular bowl. Driven by my insanity, I suddenly got a thought to ask about the sterilizing fluid being used. But I kept quiet for that while.

'Baccha', she exclaimed, rushing forward to my bed. I stood up to hold 'her' in my arms.

I felt anemic by hearing 'her' stuttering over words for the first time ever. 'She' soon was asked to leave the “patient” alone.


 I always wanted to change my name but surely being called a ‘patient’ at that very early stage was unexpected, thought a stupid me.

According to the surgeons, I have been sleeping for the last two days and a few hours but no, I wasn't. I felt almost everything that was happening to me. I visualized the things going around me so subtly, that I could even feel those tools touching my brain. But, it was not just over there, I started enjoying my virtual space. So, I transcended my physical presence to the place where I was sitting with 'you' an year ago. You looked more beautiful through my visual cortex.

I already was talking to 'you', holding 'your' hand. I walked the world with you and saw it through your dazzling eyes. We drove into the world of utter-peace in a ship of joy. I was happy for the reason that 'you' were beaming with joy around me. 


Sequence 3: Realization

I was cognizant of the fact that I am hovering between my virtual space and reality but was trapped in my own trance. 'Your' presence made me feel 'a happiness' that I had long concealed within my heart. I wanted to enter that space again and did so deliberately. We were sitting close on a beach-side deck, crafting with the sand. 'You' were languid and quiet. I offered 'you' my shoulder and the warmth. I saw 'you' taking a sound nap alongside me.


'Baccha', a calling which I could hear again and again, finally woke me up.

'Who is it?', I asked myself. I tried hard, resuming the reality and to get myself out of the oblivion.

Yes, I could hear 'her' calling me. I could feel 'her' hand running over my forehead. 'She' is my love, my 'Maa'. Why didn't I even think about her? She wouldn't have slept for all those hours; certainly, she hasn't taken in even a bit of a meal and probably had only a few glasses of water, that too on dad's urge. How stupid I could be? What on earth my feelings are doing to me?, Why am I thinking about 'you'? 'You' are not even here.


 'You' don't even care if I am dead or alive. I don't exist for 'you' but for her, I am the lifeline. I'm so lucky to have her in my life, but I wasn't thinking about her while I was being operated. It was 'you', of whom I was dreaming of in my trance. I felt 'you' in her touch. I was drawing your image in my head. I'm really ill.

 Almost three days passed and still, I was thinking only about 'you'. But, no one else deserves worship in the presence of the veritable 'god'. So don't 'you'.


Aah! , I was drawn back to reality by a shooting pain in my head. I saw my goddess gazing down at me with a gaily dressed face. 

'Baccha' mom pampered.

 It felt like I was hearing this for the first time.



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