Till Death Do Us Apart

It was our first wedding anniversary. To celebrate, we traveled to a place which is known as God's own country. And truly, it really was ethereal. I had never before experienced nature so closely. From bright sun light to beautiful back waters, everything was just pristine. Two lovers on their tryst.

One day before our anniversary I went unconscious. No movements, no response; the talkative girl that I was just went silent. I woke up after 4 months, unaware of what had happened to me.

Ladies in pink uniform were always around adjusting the pipes, drips and most painfully the injections. Well, that's all I remember. Even with my consciousness I had no words, no movements and most importantly no memory.

It took some time, I think months maybe to be able to talk. I recognised my mother who introduced me to my husband. He was truly a nice guy from what I hear of him.

Today neither do I have his memory, nor do I have him. He had died in the same accident in which I lost everything. It was an annihilation of my life but I don't shed tears, what to miss if I don't even remember who I am. I have accepted the fatalism in my fate.

With clean slate, I started writing. I am a writer today, because I want to record every second before everything disappears again. Wish I had kept more records of him.