rubbing my eyes, I switch this piece of metal to connect with the world out there....a hot piping cup of coffee is brewing in my mind (ofcourse, a hot melting chocolate laden cake accompanying it)...my mind hasn't had a moment of peace for the past 20 days. Every moment I was thinking of ten different things. The word stress was dissected to its smallest and minutest atom as I have understood and lived with its very DNA. Sleep acquired a new precious status while I turned and tossed in the bed. When pain seethes the columns of heart, a whimper rises to the petal lips and gets lost in the process of being strong. Experience of someone dear getting hurt is inexpressible. The tears welled up at the sight of her in the emergency ward, black tiny dots blurred the vision, a turmoil arose in the pit of my stomach and my legs became shaky. Her ''Wahe guru" silently swept across the room and I knew I cant spare a moment for the demon called helplessness. Through the past three weeks, I have seen her in the operation theatre, the ICU....I have seen the oxygen mask over her creased face, the glucose drip piercing through her veins, the arms fastened in a sling....been with her all the moments...rose to action even when she turns side on the bed...ran to her side when she just tried to take a step..tried to feed her an extra morsel, bathed her, combed her hair in different styles, cooked her favourite meals, chatted and narrated endless sadar jokes... but its not about me...its about US....the wonderful bond that I shall cherish till my last breathe... I have realised how wonderful she had once combed my hair, bathed me in bubble filled tub, tried to run behind me(the toddler) and feed me every morsel, kept awake when I couged due to my tonsels, nursed my bruised knees, told me the stories....its a wow feeling :) Nanima, I love you and have realised how Beautifully life teaches its most amazing lessons.....hidden in every instance, is a story long forgotten surfaces...