Death is inevitable
Today, I took an auto and the auto driver was very chatty. As 'I have nothing else to do', so I was also chatting with him. After some time, he said "You have a good height. Apply in the police, you can become a SHO". I mean this is what I went to IIT for, not get placed and become an SHO instead (not become, apply for the post).
One year ago, precisely on the same date (it was one year ago, so obviously the year was different), I met with a severe accident. It was a matter of life and death and thankfully I survived. I would like to thank my family and all my friends who stood by my side during such difficult times. After such a Renaissance, they (till date, no one knows who they are) say that drastic changes in the person's behavior take place. The changes are generally for good. Well, nothing like that happened in my case because I believe that death is inevitable. I just realized that 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'.
Actually in my case doctors paid attention to the three brain operations I underwent, and saved me. But in many cases, the doctors tend to be careless and their negligence causes the loss of someone's life. I would be narrating a story someone dropped in anonymously, about one such incident.
I guess I should meet a girl whose name is Artika in real life because ironically the name of the girl in this story also happens to be Artika.
Start of story
DISCLAIMER
All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The company's annual conferences are really boring. These guys wearing suits, just go up on the podium, switch on some slideshow and project the company's numbers. The turnover is generally in crores of rupees (we are not even given a penny out of it). I generally sleep through the conferences and go there just because the food is good.
But this conference in Mysore, last summer was different. I saw a girl wearing a blue sari, with deep eyes and black colored smooth hair, going up to her waist. I know it sounds like a retro movie, but that is the way I saw her (I saw Teesri Manzil the night before, so that could be an influence).
The guy who organized the whole event is a friend of mine. I asked him to introduce me to her. She was new in the firm. Her name is Artika (fictitious name).We got talking and hit it off. We stayed in touch and used to talk often. Meeting her was the only respite in my boring and hectic corporate life. A couple of days later, I realized that I loved her (I still love her and will always do). I confessed my feelings in front of her and asked her to marry me. She said "Yes!!".
We got engaged within a month. My life revolved around her. One day she told me that she wasn't feeling well. I thought it might be because of the heat. We got her admitted in a hospital. She was diagnosed with diarrhea. I thought that she would recover maximum in a week. Two days later, the doctors declared her dead. I was shocked, I mean how negligent can the doctors be? Getting her admitted in that particular hospital is the biggest mistake of my life. Something for which I curse myself every single day.
I miss her. The way she giggled used to take all my stress away. Her childish laugh was to die for. I still wear the engagement band because a vow which says 'till death do us apart' ,is said at the time of marriage but we were just engaged and that band is a mark of our love and love is eternal. I got my share happiness and I am satisfied. I am thankful to the Almighty for one thing, he took her away from me and not me from her because the pain is excruciating and I didn't want her to bear it. She is in a far more serene place now.
The End
I generally say that there is better planned for us, but in this case I won't say that because the best phase were those couple of months spent with Artika.
After such experiences one needs to his patience and let such a phase pass. Because a ray of sunlight is bound to tear the skies apart after a dark, stormy night.
One year ago, precisely on the same date (it was one year ago, so obviously the year was different), I met with a severe accident. It was a matter of life and death and thankfully I survived. I would like to thank my family and all my friends who stood by my side during such difficult times. After such a Renaissance, they (till date, no one knows who they are) say that drastic changes in the person's behavior take place. The changes are generally for good. Well, nothing like that happened in my case because I believe that death is inevitable. I just realized that 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'.
Actually in my case doctors paid attention to the three brain operations I underwent, and saved me. But in many cases, the doctors tend to be careless and their negligence causes the loss of someone's life. I would be narrating a story someone dropped in anonymously, about one such incident.
I guess I should meet a girl whose name is Artika in real life because ironically the name of the girl in this story also happens to be Artika.
Start of story
DISCLAIMER
All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The company's annual conferences are really boring. These guys wearing suits, just go up on the podium, switch on some slideshow and project the company's numbers. The turnover is generally in crores of rupees (we are not even given a penny out of it). I generally sleep through the conferences and go there just because the food is good.
But this conference in Mysore, last summer was different. I saw a girl wearing a blue sari, with deep eyes and black colored smooth hair, going up to her waist. I know it sounds like a retro movie, but that is the way I saw her (I saw Teesri Manzil the night before, so that could be an influence).
The guy who organized the whole event is a friend of mine. I asked him to introduce me to her. She was new in the firm. Her name is Artika (fictitious name).We got talking and hit it off. We stayed in touch and used to talk often. Meeting her was the only respite in my boring and hectic corporate life. A couple of days later, I realized that I loved her (I still love her and will always do). I confessed my feelings in front of her and asked her to marry me. She said "Yes!!".
We got engaged within a month. My life revolved around her. One day she told me that she wasn't feeling well. I thought it might be because of the heat. We got her admitted in a hospital. She was diagnosed with diarrhea. I thought that she would recover maximum in a week. Two days later, the doctors declared her dead. I was shocked, I mean how negligent can the doctors be? Getting her admitted in that particular hospital is the biggest mistake of my life. Something for which I curse myself every single day.
I miss her. The way she giggled used to take all my stress away. Her childish laugh was to die for. I still wear the engagement band because a vow which says 'till death do us apart' ,is said at the time of marriage but we were just engaged and that band is a mark of our love and love is eternal. I got my share happiness and I am satisfied. I am thankful to the Almighty for one thing, he took her away from me and not me from her because the pain is excruciating and I didn't want her to bear it. She is in a far more serene place now.
The End
I generally say that there is better planned for us, but in this case I won't say that because the best phase were those couple of months spent with Artika.
After such experiences one needs to his patience and let such a phase pass. Because a ray of sunlight is bound to tear the skies apart after a dark, stormy night.
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