THE LAST WISH.
“Honey, I hope you remember what the day today is”, the moment I came out of room, I found Seema was standing on the door, saying this to me. I went near her and kissed her on the forehead and wished her “Happy anniversary, sweet heart”. She immediately hugged me and said, “Promise me you will come home early and we will go out to celebrate”. I looked into her eyes and said that I will try.
That was the beginning of what I already anticipated. She started grumbling, “So you don’t even have time for a day like this, then why do you marry me, I now feel that you don’t love me any more”. I kept silent and walked out of the room. It was turning out a kind of daily routine for me. I am a Doctor, a Cancer specialist and my profession takes a lot out of me, my staff love me, my patients love me , my wife loves me too but she always think that I don’t love her. She never understands that whatever I do, it is for her only”.
I was sitting in my chamber thinking about the incidents of the morning, when a nurse came in and said, “Sir, Patient no. 302 is sinking, please come”. I came out of my thoughts and rushed towards the room no. 302 with her. My patient’s name was Divya and within few days of her stay in the hospital, we turn into good friends. I came near her bed and checked her pulse. It was low, her hands were very cold, I turn towards nurse and asked for the injection. I knew it was too late but still I wanted to try and save the poor girl.
“How much time , I have Doc” I heard her pale voice. I replied to console her,
“Stop talking rubbish, you will be fine”. She turned to the nurse and said to her, “Marry, please tell your Doc, that I am a moving lie detector, and I can tell that his wife scolded him in the morning”. She then turn to me with her usual sweet smile on the face and winked at me.
“You should take rest, now”. I said and stood up. She holds my hand and pleaded, “Please, tell me, I can see it on your face”. I had to tell her the truth,
“8 – 10 hours, I am sorry Divya, I cannot save you,” I really thought today that I am a looser, here she was dying in front of me and all my degrees cannot do anything. She asked me, “Doc, can you please do me a favour”. She took out a folded paper, kept beneath her pillows and gave it to me. “Will you please email
It to Yash, I know he will definitely come this time. He has to fulfill my last wish; I want to die in his arms”. She said while tiny drops of tears came down her eyes.
I came out of her room and went inside me chamber. Her face was still moving in front of me. I was thinking, how god can be so cruel. Divya and Yash were married to each other but they had separated their ways, three years ago. Her life was an open book for me. She shared her entire story with me. Yash proposed her on the first day of college and she reciprocated. They were completely in love with each other and got married eventually.
Love blossomed like a full rose in the first two years of their marriage. Yash used to take her care a lot. He would help her in house hold works after coming from office. Their love life was going on happily but things started to change after few years. He became more and more busy and was hardly getting any time for her. She realized that he was taking all the pains for her and he loved her a lot but when sometimes she needed him the most, he was not there. They would fall into arguments and one day they decided it was too much for them to handle and they separated their ways.
Yash shifted to Mumbai and she stayed back at Pune and took up a job as a sales executive in a company.
She never forget Yash. She used to tell me that she fell more in love with him when he was not with her. She used to come from office and plunge into loneliness with no one to talk with. She realized that separating ways was a wrong move to make, so she send an email to him, but he never replied. She always believed that he loves her still so she kept on sending emails which was never responded by him.
She took it as her fate. Her love for Yash grew stronger and stronger. She used to dress what he liked, she used to cook what he liked and always waited for him but Yash never came back.
This loneliness made her sick and she came for diagnosis to me. She was found to be affected with blood cancer and was in last stage. She was kept under my observation. She knew about her state but she never lost her smile. I always awed her strength.
She was very jolly and within a week she won the hearts of all staff. Whenever I came to check her, she will ask me to sit and talk about her life and love. She loved talking about Yash. I never got so
