His body was slowly giving up. It was just a sight, nothing to brag about. His hands lost their sensation day by day. His legs were weak and of no use. He choked on his own food. He couldn't feel anything around him. He knew, he did know that there were a lot of lives waiting for him. Waiting to see a tiny crinkle of his face..
He saw his mother, surrendered and exhausted to hope. His father, calm and composed, but all ready to break down any moment. And then her...
Her eyes moist with tears, her hair all ruffled and uncombed. She had shrunk a lot over one year. One year of painful wait to see him alive. She could have been with someone else, She could have committed suicide, But hope kept her alive...
He wanted to raise his hand and wipe her tears, but he couldn't control his own urge, not to cry. She caressed his face, smooth and slow with all her love. For a moment, he felt the urge to live his life. Even though his lack of sensation didn't allow him to feel it, He knew that his heart felt wonderful. That's the effect someone's mere presence can have on you. His inner self burnt when he saw her cry. He didn't like to see her cry, But he hated it when he was the reason. And then all of a sudden, Just one question in mind, "What did she do to deserve this?"
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