The Connection (Part 2)

Find out what happens to Anjali as she battles to live on.

His phone fell from his hand. Everything blurred in front of him. He was going to lose the woman he loved the most; the woman with whom he had been in a relationship for the past 18 years and more-his mother.

He dashed towards his house crying inconsolably. His cousin saw him and hoped that nothing ‘worse’ had happened since the last night. He had got a phone call from his uncle about the heart attack. But he was instructed to keep the news to himself. The boy was packing his things haphazardly. The cousin asked him to wait, but in vain. He was already angry with him for not telling him the night before all that he knew. He was scared about being too late. He hoped against hope and took the first train out.

Anjali breathed silently and gracefully. She looked at her husband with eyes that expected; the eyes that craved for her son. There was one common feeling inside that sterile hospital room-that of fear; the fear of it being the last time. But now she hoped for that last time at least as she knew it would take long for her son to reach to her.

Time was ticking away. He cried almost throughout the entire journey. He was angry with everyone-with his cousin, his father, his God. How unfair could life be? He wanted to know this. But in that moment of desperation he heard Anjali say, “You must not lose faith.” He shut his eyes, and his stoic face now held a grim expression.

The ECG monitor showed unnatural behavior. The nurses and doctors were calm, but Anjali knew this was it. She opened her eyes. He was there. He placed a small ganpati in her hand and hugged her, while she lay on the bed.

She closed her eyes and went into a deep slumber…

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4 years later:

He was talking on the phone to a friend.

 “I will have to hang up on you. I’ve got a call on wait”-he said to the caller. ”I love her more than salt”, and he hung up. It was Anjali-still vibrant and vivacious as she always was. After talking to her, he sat down on his laptop to write-

The Way I See...

Yep, he is I.

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