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Incomplete Conversation

"The thoughts you want to express when your loved ones are gone, say them, and express them before they are gone. For you never know it would have made a life saving difference."

Not a single masterpiece adorned those plain four walls of that room. The atmosphere was extremely dull. White beds placed in a row on the either sides of that room, a dozen machines. Women and men jostled in and out of that room busily. Most beds had occupants. In one corner of the room, was bed number 304 lay a young beautiful woman whose skin had was as white as marble which had gone pale, no few wrinkles on her face but a smooth layer of soft skin, long black shimmering hair, an expressionless face, a body that was turning cold. Tubes all around her body, 3 women attending to her needs. She looked like rock that was breathing with support as good as living dead. Why was I here in the first place? Did I even deserve to be here? Who am I to her? The only person who could answer these questions was sleeping there on bed no 304.

I was asked to wait outside the room and pray that she may show signs of recovery soon. None of the white coat people had the assurance that I needed, ' That she will make it through the night...' She was critical. The fates have cut half through her rope of life. She has been holding onto dear life with the help of a thin string. If it broke they would be happy to have her for eternity. I looked at her still body through the glass of the window. Watching that helpless body tears rolled down my cheeks, no I cannot cry, my ego will never let me cry. For an odd reason I could not hold back anymore tears. I darted across the corridor; someone tried stopping me, to slow down my pace. My mind was too clogged with a lot of things, facts, memories, and an alabaster box of my love, tenderness and a lot of unsaid words sealed up. I was so indulged in my own feeling that I did not have the patience and time to think of ethics at this point. I just brushed off the looks that followed. I went to the wash room and let the tears from my reservoir flow freely. I yelled, I screamed, I broke the mirror, I banged my fists,Until my dam had no more tears to squeeze out. After about of 30 minutes crying my eyes out. I took a snail's pace walk back, to wait for her to recover. Hope was the only essence left. I did not want to let go of hope from my Pandora's jar. It felt nice to believe that Miracles do happen; all I had to do was to wait. As I sat on that cold bench, cupping my face in my hands. Memories of our past flashed across my mind like a movie tape placed on rewind, play. I engrossed myself in those memories both sweet and sour.

She my super hero, my role model, she was the one who changed my life completely. I looked up to her for answers to all those complicated, tangled situations that I faced in my course of life. I was a bratty child, a tough teen, an adamant adult. These were my alter egos she brought out my real self that self that was hidden behind this ego. The word, "Impossible" could never crop up for her, because "impossible only meant that one hadn't found a solution yet". She always had one on her fingertip. She was the main reason, why I always lead a good life. Until I dug my pit too deep that even her hand could not reach to pull me out. A mistake which broke the world's most unique bond to an unfix able extent. Her problems began when she married me, she left her world behind. She lived with a tyrant without complaining. I hurt her, I injured her, nailed her yet she stood by me.

She wanted marry a prince but I broke her sweet dreams. She faced several struggles while she stayed with me yet I did not care. She never let those struggles bother her. She smiled and kept me happy. She would do the crazist things to keep me up. Now I am so down that I don't even have someone to hug me. She struggled to keep me happy. Not even once did I think of her independence. I always treated it as her duty to do so. Little did I think that she was a human and not just woman she too had the need to feel free.

A white coat man walked up to me to report that her health was not getting any better he needed an injection now. He could give me just a thirty percent assurance that she'll make it. I went to the chemist bought the needful. He took the syringe and walked away without saying anything. I was lost in an ocean of thoughts once again. A bickering couple reminded me of my own relationship. I was for that man I broke may ties for this woman ye she was patient.

The independence given to me made me feel like Icarus, who was so happy to be free that he went too close the sun. I was like Icarus when I fell in love with power and my ego. I placed a blindfold around my eyes and loved them more than humans, this lady was the one who saw my true nature like a transparent glass, begged me to remove the blindfold and take a look at my real self. I did not obey I felt she objected because I misunderstood her, but she was selfless. I pulled her away and forced her to get married to me. At first she was angry with me. She is was a woman with a tender heart, eventually she forgave saying that I will realize some day and it will be too late. In fact she was right within six months of my wedding I found out the truth shattering my blind world. We fought a lot, now we are separated. When I caught him cheating I was so ashamed to face her so I manipulated my thoughts and hurt her. She tried to find out why but I would ignore her. She would have been shattered but never expressed so. I could never get myself to apologize even once in these last 6 month. Last night I realized that I broke a bond because I could not communicate.

I lost it. It was that horrid night I threw that girl out in the dark with her luggage and slamed the door at her face without even a second thought. Later that night I got a call from Delhi's largest Hospital stating that she was critical, I left everything to see her. Only when I reached the hospital it was only thenthat I realized she was in coma and was paralyzed critical. Nurses and doctor jostled in and out of that cold room more frequently than before... The Monitor went beep, beep, beep... a long dragging beep, till the monitor showed just one straight line. Next came the dialog "We are sorry, we tried our best but could not save her". The next thing I did was to dart into the ICU and sit beside her. It was hard for me to accept the fact that I just lost her, now I am left with no one but myself.

My conversation was incomplete I never told her that I loved her, never told her that I needed her, never told her I am sorry, never asked her to forgive me. She left without opening my alabaster box of love and tenderness. She left on a note that I hated her. She left without my thank you. She left forever. I never conversed with her, our bond broke. Now she has gone. I am not even certain if there would come a time where in I could sit beside her and talk my heart out.

"Every love sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back" My heart sings but there is no other heart to whisper back. I feel like a book with two volumes out of which the first one is lost. So many words to say but no one to express it with. Thus she never knew that I wanted to talk. She would have wanted to talk too now even I will never know what her last words would have been. The conversation remained incomplete forever.

I felt my heart beat slowly and steadily. I wanted her to know I love her. I told her my heart was beat for her to feel it I placed her hand on my heart. Each beat said I love you. I kept saying I love you Kushi you cannot leave me. I yelled I love you Kushi. I heard my heart beat once again to match that pace another heart was beating faint and low. I looked at the moniter it was back to life. I knew it our heart were connected. We were meant to be Arnav and Kushi forever.

After 50 years of a happily married life I found them together in a hug both breaths were taken away together. They were meant for each other. Their hearts beats for each other stop only for each other.