"What should i do? I have no option. He is dying but she is more like dying with him. Ya Allah! In what turmoil you have engaged me? I want to help, yes, I seriously want to help." Lowering his head in his hands Irtiza was saying.
He lifted it again and then rested on the wall. He was a doctor himself but the vulnerabilities of his patients were hidden deep inside their hearts. Seeing someone exiting the world was a different experience. Baba had made a special place in his heart and he was measuring the loss.
"Uncle has to return, for her, for Sataish." He mumbled and adjusted his throbbing neck.
"What she would do if he leaves her? I cannot even think about it." Sighing deeply he thought.
It was strange indeed that he was feeling in this manner for his patient. He had many secrets in his heart but finding himself all worst and shattered was new. Sataish was lonely and in her time of test he could not do anything.
There was a solution and he wanted to opt it but it was too early. The solution was presented by the seasoned business man of the country who went bankrupt and at that time he was lying on the hard stature with Irtiza running by it.
"Irtiza." His breath was ceasing.
"Marry her." And these were the last words before Baba was declared clinically dead.
The whole scene repeated in his mind and he started walking towards the ICU. The glass door was exhibiting a shattered female body fallen on the floor with her palms resting against the shiny tiles of the room. The nurses were trying to take her out but she was agitating. She was the sole child who went orphan also. He felt as if his heart had stopped beating. It was like if the skies had torn into pieces or the tsunamis causing the world to disappear. His love was crying and he was standing numb. The doctors were writing something on the files in their hands and one of them was busy in pulling the white sheet over the liveliest man.
Entering through the threshold of the room Irtiza was preparing himself to admit that he had lost someone very close to his heart. The wrenched daughter was weeping for her painful fate and he was just looking at her. His eyes travelled from her trembling body to the tough hands that were pulling her and he made a quick decision. Almost running to her he sat on the floor in front of her and stopped the nurses.
"Leave her. I said leave her." In the cold voice he said.
"Sataish, control yourself." Placing the dopatta on her head again he comforted.
"Baba is still here. He is here. I am saying that he is here." She buried her head in her hands again with tears coming to end.
His hands pasted on her head again and the dopatta slipped on them.
"Stand up. We need to go." Lifting her face up Irtiza said.
She got up with her legs refusing to bear her weight and he supported her by holding her hand and dragged her to the chairs in the corridor. He made her sit and rested her head on the wall.
"Baba you cannot do this." Her tears flowed again.
"Why? Why, Baba?" Her voice trembling in grief.
"Sataish, we need to go home, okay?" Realizing the further requirements Irtiza said while standing before her.
She got up as she understood what the reality was asking for. Taking the weak steps with him Sataish was looking like the resident of another world, any alien world. Irtiza was calling someone and his eyes were continuously looking at her faint appearance. His heart was singing a melancholic song and he was familiar with the tears in his own heart. Has anyone ever imagined of meeting your love, for the very first time, after that epiphany being disclosed that the melodies filled the air and the lanterns flying through the skies that she has died, internally?
Making her sit in the car he drove while listening to her hiccups and sobs throughout the journey of fifteen minutes.
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