A high tide floods the sea shores and demolish the creatures
staying inside the shores. It wipes out all the happiness and life process occurring
at that place.
February, for me was this high tide. And it was a colossal one.
February, for me was this high tide. And it was a colossal one.
My Grandpa was not well. He slipped and fell down and got
hurt in his head. Internal brain bleeding leading to minor brain stroke and
lack of confidence in his gate made him he lose his hope in life. A risk of
partial paralysis because of displacement of vertebrae made all the family
members anxious. He was also suffering from dementia that resulted in him not recognizing
me and anyone in the house. He started mixing present with past and ruined his
sleeps.
He was admitted to fortis hospital on 1st Feb. I had my End Semester Exams going on. I used to give the exam and rush back to home. I used to stay with dadaji in the hospital and sleep beside him praying for him to recover. During day I used to study and during night, I used to attend doctors in the room . I used to lie down on the bed and keep staring at my fragile motionless grandpa. No sooner did he move a bit than I rushed and call the nurse.
This schedule carried on for a week with a sign of no recovery.
My exams got over on 9th Feb and I was ready for some holidays.
Every night I slept at the hospital. But the night of 14th Feb was not a similar one.
Dadaji murmured my name. I went close to him and he looked into my eyes. I asked him if he was ok and he smiled and replied affirmative. I came back to my bed and sat down and saw him take a long breadth. That was his last breadth.
I became hyper and rushed and called the nurses. Assistant doctors came and asked me to move out. The nurse removed the kada in dadaji’s hand and handed it to me as they required an empty arm. A team of 10 people entered the room and 2 people started thumping his chest. I peeked through the door and saw the rush inside the room. I was heartbroken. At 3 am in the morning, I called my dad and burst out in tears.
The world came to an end for me for that instant. I lost the track of time and place and everything around me.
The following days were full of the rituals and ceremonies which I hate the most and following nights were sleepless and irritating.
I miss him badly. I cant imagine how I will stay in the same room considering that the person who used to sleep with me will never come back.
I love him. And I will always remember him.
He was admitted to fortis hospital on 1st Feb. I had my End Semester Exams going on. I used to give the exam and rush back to home. I used to stay with dadaji in the hospital and sleep beside him praying for him to recover. During day I used to study and during night, I used to attend doctors in the room . I used to lie down on the bed and keep staring at my fragile motionless grandpa. No sooner did he move a bit than I rushed and call the nurse.
This schedule carried on for a week with a sign of no recovery.
My exams got over on 9th Feb and I was ready for some holidays.
Every night I slept at the hospital. But the night of 14th Feb was not a similar one.
Dadaji murmured my name. I went close to him and he looked into my eyes. I asked him if he was ok and he smiled and replied affirmative. I came back to my bed and sat down and saw him take a long breadth. That was his last breadth.
I became hyper and rushed and called the nurses. Assistant doctors came and asked me to move out. The nurse removed the kada in dadaji’s hand and handed it to me as they required an empty arm. A team of 10 people entered the room and 2 people started thumping his chest. I peeked through the door and saw the rush inside the room. I was heartbroken. At 3 am in the morning, I called my dad and burst out in tears.
The world came to an end for me for that instant. I lost the track of time and place and everything around me.
The following days were full of the rituals and ceremonies which I hate the most and following nights were sleepless and irritating.
I miss him badly. I cant imagine how I will stay in the same room considering that the person who used to sleep with me will never come back.
I love him. And I will always remember him.
