Musings before the Last Breath
It’s 6 in the morning. I don’t have much time now. As I lie on my hospital bed, memories of the time we shared decades ago, hover above me like clouds… clear and vivid. I smile, as I extend my hand to hold them, but like clouds, they remain far from my reach.
How I wish, I could hold your hand and look into your eyes until the last breath leaves me.
In these last few hours, I wonder, if a lone tear of regret ever slipped down somewhere, as you willed it too!
My heart knows that it didn’t!
August 4, 2014 9:25 pm|
Tragic story! I hope the tear of regret wet his cheek. Lovely
August 9, 2014 1:18 pm|
Thank you Sulekha. Glad you liked this story!
August 4, 2014 11:17 pm|
Heart-wrenching. I feel so sad reading it.
August 9, 2014 1:19 pm|
Thanks Vishal.
August 5, 2014 7:54 am|
!!!!! Soulful.
August 9, 2014 1:19 pm|
🙂
August 5, 2014 1:18 pm|
a sad feeling beautifully expressed. You have a way with words, shilpa:)
August 9, 2014 1:19 pm|
Thank you Asha!
August 5, 2014 3:07 pm|
Sad , poetic
August 9, 2014 1:19 pm|
Thks for reading, Jayashree.
August 5, 2014 3:27 pm|
Ahhh tragic… feeling of regret is really terrible!
August 9, 2014 1:20 pm|
You bet!
August 5, 2014 5:39 pm|
At times,it is fun reading such tragic ones,hoping,it wont happen to me.
August 9, 2014 1:20 pm|
🙂 No, it wouldnt! Touch wood 🙂
August 6, 2014 6:23 pm|
Aww. So sad.
August 9, 2014 1:21 pm|
It is!
August 6, 2014 11:00 pm|
It is a bitter sweet story, hope the tears were of love and longing. Sad but life is such. 😥
August 9, 2014 1:21 pm|
I guess yes!
August 10, 2014 4:32 pm|
Makes me 🙁
You portray emotions really beautifully Shilpa, and in such few words!
August 13, 2014 12:46 pm|
Thanks Aditi. And you share such beautiful thoughts and emotions in your marathon stories too 🙂