I wish I could touch…..
I wish I could touch you.
Touch you once more. Feel the warmth on your skin.
That day. As you
lay in the ICU. Covered . From head to toe. Shrouded , I should say. In that Solapuri Chaadar.
They told me you had passed away. Breathed your last.
I had never had anybody die on me.
Till that day.
I didn’t experience any emotion when they told me. Just the words.. they kept ringing in my ears. “HE is no more. “
I slid open the door . To the ICU. I didn’t believe them. I slid the sheet off your face. You were sleeping. No peaceful expression on your face. You looked just like you slept at home - breathing laboriously, the exertion showing on your face.
It showed now.
I touched your
forehead. Just like I used to touch you
each morning. Each afternoon. Each evening.
Every hour of the day. For the
fever. To feel you breathe. To feel you live.
Now , as my hand
touched your forehead, I feel the warmth still. Not the warm warmth. But the kind which is ebbing.
I touch your face. To
feel your breath.
I touch your chest.
To feel the crackling spluttering
breathing.
It is silent in the ICU.
It is cold in the ICU.
As are you. Silent
and cold.
I wish I could touch ..... touch you once more. Feel you live. Once more.
Can't stop being emotive once reading this. Exact thing happened to me on the last day of my dad,but the environment is different.
ReplyDeleteThis post stirred my memories and incidents happened to me at 2008.
Wish you get all the blessings from him
You have not just created the post but your feelings lived in it
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