Waiting Room

It was two hours since the surgery. And thankfully, it was successful. But though he was awake I still had to wait for fifteen minutes to meet him. My left foot had gone numb so I was continuously shaking it to restore the circulation. No matter how hard I tried, it was impossible to get my mind off that crumpled note that contained words, coloured in the ink of disappointment, addressed to me. Those letters were flying before my eyes, suffocating me so much that I found it hard to breathe.

I took five rounds of the corridor before stepping into the Intensive Care Unit.
So many questions surrounded me.


Was he okay? Was he still in pain?

As soon as I opened the door and saw his bandaged head I could suddenly hear his infantile cries, his heartbeat when I had held him in my arms for the very first time. Before I could gather myself and come back to the present I suddenly found myself asking,

"Why would you do something like that!!"


the way the sky drowns
with the sun