She need rest now, a rest from all the duties she has handled up till now. She’s thin, almost blind, white haired and suffering from memory loss, it’s difficult for her to remember whom she met last. Her only concern is to see her 3rd daughter married, to see her well settled. But today, the hope is lost… hope from the doctors to get her life back.. she’s counting her breaths now, don’t know if she’ll sustain for more hours. It’s like she need some rest and now it’s right time for her to end the battle, she’s fighting for more than 90 + years and i really can’t stop thinking about her. She’s not any relative of mine, i just met her once and i feel like crying on her state. She’s struggling even now. I can’t forget her beautiful eyes, her wrinkled face and her loneliness that i felt that day i went to her room. I felt as if she’s confined, bounded by something and she need someone to speak to. She wasn’t able to speak my name properly and i was happy with whatever she addressed me as. I feel like crying now. I will miss her, how strange few relations have more impact in our lives and will be remembered no matter if you have not been involved in any sense.
I really wish i could ease her pain and my pain as well. Tomorrow will be the new dawn for her i guess and maybe she liberate herself but i’ll wake up only with her face in front of my eyes just to bid her ‘Good Life’.