The Throb

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“Couldn’t we wait for the elevator, Mary?” Paying no heed to my words, she ascended the white marble steps strenuously, wheezing heavily.
Inclined surfaces were always a predicament for me since the leg fracture, but I felt a compelling urge to follow her.
It has been a while she was throwing a tantrum, she had been acting deliriously since the ‘incident’ and efforts to sustain her sanity were like ‘trying to put a bell around the cat’. At moments I think life is as slippery as an eel slipping unexpectedly out of one’s hands at the very moments he or she thinks they have a strong hold of it. In a shadowy game played by fate our Mathew was snatched away by the ‘Reaper’. It was tantamount to taking away our souls. Amidst heartbreaking grief both of us have finally reconciled with the callous nature of life.
Reaching the third floor we were greeted by Dr Radhakrishnan.
“How is she, doctor?”, she asked the doctor with curious eyes.
“Fine, the operation was a success, presently she’s in the room, please come with me.”
We silently followed him. Halting in front of room C-13 he gave a gentle knock. It wasn’t a while before a woman opened the door.

 

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“Mrs Nair, they’re here” he said in a low voice. She looked at both of us. Her eyes overflowing, she grabbed Mary’s arms with quivering hands and buried her face in it.
“How could I ever repay you madam,” she sniffled.
Mary embraced her and patted her shoulder.
“Where is Reshmi?” I interrupted and she pointed to the bed.
Reshmi was same age as Mathew , if not younger. The sedatives used in surgery were slowly wearing off, and opening her faint eyes she smiled at us. Mary sat beside her and held her weakened arms tenaciously.

 
“How are you child?” she asked her in a wavering tone. Never bothering to answer, Reshmi embraced her gleefully. It was the the most beautiful scene I’ve ever witnessed.

 
Placing her ears against Reshmi’s chest she could hear Mathew’s heart throbbing in its new abode.
~ Harry Joy

 

 


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