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Friday, 24 October 2014

Twilight Saga

24October 2013- Karvachauth!- fast observed for the longevity of the husband. 

Momma had observed this fast for years now. Today also momma kept the fast. She knew. We all knew. Deep inside we all were fearing. Will he or wont he?

Moon showed up. Papa opened his eyes, a little after 9 p.m. He looked around. I was astounded. I called mumma.  Mumma came and fed papa a piece of his favorite sweet. He tried to eat it. But his tongue had become stoned and teeths gave up. He failed!

As the night approached,  papa's condition deteriorated severely. He became restless. His breaths became sparse. He made wheezing like sounds. He started sweating profusely. As the night ended, towards the dawn, papa felt better.  

So karvachauth was celebrated- the last one!

Love you papa!

Monday, 20 October 2014

Papa spoke for the last time !

October 2013 -Last year, today papa returned from the hospital for the last time. 

It was 14th October. And its was the 11th month-more then what doctors had predicted. Deep inside, I was fearing for the dreadful.

Papa’s condition was continuously deteriorating. He hadn’t opened his eyes for the last whole week. I grew worried and again, my heart won over my mind. I decided to admit papa to the hospital. Papa had no say. Mom agreed reluctantly. An ambulance was called. Papa was admitted.  He was put on IV immediately-but it was only to make up for the food he din’t have food since Sept. The doctors had already given up. I could do nothing except for praying.

Papa opened his eyes and he spoke to me. After months of waiting- I was so happy. I wanted to talk and talk. But he was too weak to speak. He would take long pauses.  But I was very happy ( and  I can say I was  really happy because I felt something really deep inside). My hopes again brightened- a miracle would happen.

I recorded his voice for the last time. He said, “ I have to go, I will always be around you”. 

Love you, PAPA!