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!
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Tragic story! I hope the tear of regret wet his cheek. Lovely
Thank you Sulekha. Glad you liked this story!
Heart-wrenching. I feel so sad reading it.
Thanks Vishal.
!!!!! Soulful.
🙂
a sad feeling beautifully expressed. You have a way with words, shilpa:)
Thank you Asha!
Sad , poetic
Thks for reading, Jayashree.
Ahhh tragic… feeling of regret is really terrible!
You bet!
At times,it is fun reading such tragic ones,hoping,it wont happen to me.
🙂 No, it wouldnt! Touch wood 🙂
Aww. So sad.
It is!
It is a bitter sweet story, hope the tears were of love and longing. Sad but life is such. 😥
I guess yes!
Makes me 🙁
You portray emotions really beautifully Shilpa, and in such few words!
Thanks Aditi. And you share such beautiful thoughts and emotions in your marathon stories too 🙂