The Pain in my left chest was increasing unbearably. my body had started
to sweat. the pain was slowly travelling towards my left arm. when it
was out of control I pressed my hand on my chest and fell down on the
floor. people around grabbed me and put me in a taxi. the taxi started
proceeding towards the hospital. from the conversation between them,
what I could make out was that I had a cardiac arrest. I had feeling
that some one from them had taken my cellphone and was trying to contact
someone. I wanted to tell them my home no. but couldn't do it. Then I
saw the taxi stopping below a board reading "Causalities"
The attenders took me and placed me in a stretcher and took me to the
ICU. I could make out that the medical teams were trying to save my
life. but the dismay in their eyes showed that my body was not
responding to them. some of them started walking back from me and some
others took away the oxygen mask from my face and covered my face with a
white cloth which showed their testimony about my death. I couldn't
help laughing. I tried to shout to them, I am not dead.. but no one
seemed to hear. Any way I kept quiet out of curiosity to know what was going to be next and paid attention to the surroundings.
Then they called my brother from my cellphone and he came along with 2
of his friends. they were crying standing beside me. I was telling them
that, i was fooling them and everything was absolutely fine and under
control but still they were weeping heavily. so even i thought let them
cry for some time. after a while i saw everyone carrying me back to an
ambulance. I came to know that they were taking me back home. I thought
after reaching there i would sit upright and and fool everyone. my
brother was still crying. I smiled thinking that when we reach home even
he'll start laughing when i get up.
The ambulance stopped in front of my house. i thought that now is the
time to get up and surprise everyone but i couldn't do it. The loud
weeping from the house made me realize that something bad was going on.
they took me and laid me on a cot and i could hear lour cries from
people around me. they couldn't bear my death. my aging father was
seeing praying to god with tears in his eyes, to have mercy upon me and
kissing on my forehead. I was thinking how would my father be feeling
when he was seen his son's body before his own demise. then some people
brought my mom n she sat beside me. she was weeping and saying my dear
son.. u left us and went.. I was calling out for her but the fact that
she couldn't hear me made me sad. I wanted to say a lot of things to my
mom but i couldn't.
Then they took me into the grave after all the rituals and laid me to
rest. when the last stone was also kept on the grave it became
completely dark. i felt like i was suffocating and tried to push through
the stone and shouted Mommy.. and jumped from my bed. My Mom came
running towards me. at that time i realized i was dreaming and had a
nightmare. she asked me what happened and i couldn't say anything or was
it that she couldn't hear what i was saying..? i didn't know. then i
took a glass of water and went back to bed again. n slept off as if i
had come back from a long journey.
