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Life

by Trishna
LIFE stories usually start with a delightful beginning and conclude in a tragedy. Hut mine seems to be packed with sorrow, tears and pain. My parents named me Dtpe.sh with all the affection that they had. when I made their drcam come true, being born as their one and only son. My childhood memories however,'are the ugliest ones. My father cared for me and 1 loved my mother with all my heart. I respected her lor what she was and for whatever she did. She was my idol. My father was mostly out for work, so naturally I was rage attached to my beloved mother.
"'From my early age I had seen my mother falling 111 too often and I used to think that this was due to all the work in the house that she used to do. But I could never guess that her Illness was due to the deadly dis ease called — CANCER. Quite a few years later, that is almost four years after. 1 heard that my mdther was going to accept death very soon. I was thirteen then and cwn today my eyes fill up. my body trembles and my heart throbs faster as those ler rifying memories attack my brain.
I can never forget ihe fright entng condition of my mother when she waited for death. She was extraordinary-looking, her beauty uncomparablc. Her lovely, long hair slatted to fall off. until she had become almost bald. Her nails darkened and she had bex-onr something more than Just. thin. We all consoled her but everybody lacked the power to cure her
My prayers to God always requested Him for my mother's life. But 1 Ie too did not respond. I spent nights skvplcssly. cried without any limitations and endured the deep pain In that
young heart of mine. I was determined to do something about this situation. But what? 1 thought of every way but nothing that could save my mother s life The doctors had spoken their last words and my mother . fought helplessly wtlh the deadly disease, all alone in the hospital.
I was lying in bed. weeping. The night had added to my depression. I looked out of the window. The moon was shining, the stars twinkled bul the darkness remained. It conquered the whok- world. I heard the door of my room open and I saw a shadow enter. It was my father who had come to give mc courage But I was convinced that his consolation would not be beneficial lie slrokxd my hair and noticed me crying. Then he started his fatherly lecture — thal same old everything will be fine stuff. I hated him for giving me false hopes and I knew that he himself Was aware of the future and was very sure that everything would not be fine. I Ie left with a good-night kiss and I was lost In thoughts that then seemed meaningless.
It did not take long for the day to arrive when I was going to lose Ihe most preciods person in my life. My father ■ phoned -from thx- hospital and I was taken there by my grand-mother. 1 could sense sorrow in the air. I had guessed what the emergency was. bul I felt thal it was Just loo early for the forthcoming tragedy Wc reached the hospital and I efimbed up the stairs; the stairs that k-d me towards an incident that I al ways wished twould never occur I walked towards my mother s cabin and I faced a woman who lied ready for death She was breathing with great difficulty. Each breath she took needed much more effort they her body could provide. She opened her eyes as I went near and took my hand: she wanted to say something but she couM not. Iler rolling ixvirs exprvssx*d thx* hurt inside. I got lost ui stfenec. my lips were acak-xl and I saw my father crying like a mad man My mind was numbed and I fi naih managed to say. Mummy please don t leave me'. Her eyes ’ provided a sea of tears for thx final time and she whispered in a shaking voice. Dipesh. I don I want to . She smiled the same way as she used to before being sick Cancer could spoil her fa rial and physical beauty but not her smile. Shi- never used lo say good-by whenever we got apart from each other. Instead she always smiled. She did thal this lime too. I knee-fed down on the floor and rested my head on her hand. 1 could hear all the others howl, but 1 was silent. Her dead body remained in front of me. My mother was gone.
For days, since my nnlhxr had left this world, I had been In tension. I was worried about whether my father would bring someone else In my mothers place. On taking advantage of the opportunity, one day. I walked up to my father and stood In front. Ite ashed me. peeping out of the newspaper which he was reading, what I wanted. With stored courage I askxd him. "Dad. will you marry again 7
(to be continued)