From The Hospital Bed...

She was unable to sleep last night. In the morning when she opened her eyes , she could only see the pale ceilings of the hospital room. A stinging smell always filled the room. Lying on the bed she recollected everything. And somewhere in the film, flashed his face . He..He was her world.. Literally they created their own world. He promised her to help her fulfill her dreams and make her parents proud. But everything changed. She left the arms that held her.. Knowing the length of her life. He was relectant to do that...Instead assured her all the happiness.But she wanted him to be happy. And from that day she was alone.The only thing she knew now is that her days are counted. She don't know the number of days that she laid in the hospital bed. She completed her role and now she started bidding farewell to her co-actors..With unfulfilled dreams... Uncompleted vows... Broken relations... And a bag full of memories..Her eyes begin to fall asleep slowly..One by one..into the everlasting eternal sleep..With a warm smile that gave strength to her dear ones...

A.C

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