I Am Dying

March 23 ;  3:30pm

Nilima was walking to the casualty ward with a nurse. She felt out of place, as if she didn’t belong to this world.

A world where everything and anything can happen, she thought.

Nilima tried to keep calm, even though there was a storm raging inside her. Finally they stopped, in front of a door. And as the nurse opened the door, Nilima froze.

Nilima stared at the face. Kept on staring.

Yes, it is her… she thought.

She let out a long breath and closed her eyes. And as she did, tears came out. She tried to think of the last time she saw her daughter : that morning.

“When I reached the scene she was lying on the road, people all around her. I called the ambulance immediately and went near her. But then she lost consciousness before the ambulance reached. She was declared dead on arrival by the doctors. If only we could have brought her in earlier. I heard one of them say, the car which hit her went away without even slowing down” Nilima heard a boy , in his twenties,  telling the police.

There was a trace of sincere regret in his voice and he looked pale and tired. As he saw Nilima, he looked at her, helpless.

“God bless you my child. Thank you for everything you’ve done.”, Nilima said and walked away.

Her daughter Nikki meant the world to her. And as Nilima walked away, she remembered the face in that hospital room : pale, serious and decaying. So unlike her daughter’s smiling glowing face.

Twenty years of time, love and sacrifices – all erased in seconds…she thought.

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Match 23; 2:45 pm

Nikki was on her way back home from college, on her bright yellow Vespa. As usual she’d had so much fun in her college, with her friends. She was happy with what she had. She loved her life, her friends, her parents.

The blaring horn shattered her eardrums and irritated her. She noticed it was coming from a black Scorpio behind her (well you couldn’t help but notice it.)

The road is congested but  apparently its driver is blind . I’m sure he’s going for his own funeral. And they say women are bad drivers! God!  – she muttered under her breath, annoyed.

Finally, the traffic loosened up and she relaxed. She’d traveled as far as a kilometer, when she heard that horn again. This time it was continuous and became louder every second.

What is wrong with this guy? Oh God! – she thought

Looked at the rearview  to check how close the Scorpio is behind her . But all she saw what the world revolving around her with a loud noise.

Mmmm..? What happened? Why am I on the floor? Wait… This is no floor… Isn’t that the sky? Why are people standing around me? Do I look like a joker to them? 

Why can’t I get up? Why can’t I move my muscles? What the hell happened here? Why can’t I feel anything? What is that thing flowing? Umm…. It’s…. It’s blood! Oh no! And….. It’s… It’s coming from…. From me! The Scorpio..!

Hellpppp! Why can’t I speak! Oh no…. All you assholes… Stop standing there like freaking statues and take me to the hospital! At least call the ambulance…. 

It’s no use… I won’t make it…

I am dying…….. I am dying …. 

I AM DYING…

And from all those watching the show…. Not one came forward to help me …. To save me .. 

Not one…. 

Not one….

NOT ONE …..

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