letters of love

Being a child again...

Hey I wanna meet Mrs Isabella Thomson. Where can I find her???" Mr black forcefully convinced him to meet that lady as she asked him to meet her for the last time. Even he wanted to meet her for the last time and finish up on pending things.
" oh! Are you Mr black"??? Quarried the receptionist
"Yes I am"
"Sir you have very less time. Please hurry up to the left corridor on 2nd floor. You can find her in the emergency ward."
"Emergency ward???"
Frowned and repeated Mr black to confirm he heard it right.
"Yes sir. Plz hurry up"
'Ah it must be another melodramatic scene. May be she needs some money now. How will she ask me directly. She might have created a scene to get some money
Mr black had all those thoughts in his mind as every time he met her she always cried for loosing him.

While in the lift he could imagine the last time he met her. She made pudding for him and packed it in a box and gave him. Thou he loved pudding only made by her but he never expressed his joy. But she always had a smile on her face. No complains for not showing any gratitude. With love in her eyes and smile on her face she always met him with great pleasure. This always disturbed him as he disliked her and always showed anger towards her but she always responded with love.
         "Mr black????" Chain of thoughts were disrupted by a nurse standing next to him.
"Yes I am Mr black."
"Sir plz come this way.... Hurry up"
The nurse was in a hurry. she took him to the emergency ward where Mrs Isabella Thomson was on a ventilator.
"Mam Mr black is here"
Nurse disturbs her snooze and explains to Mr black that she was waiting for him since morning. "Mam doctor is about to come so plz you hurry up." The nurse warned Mrs Isabella Thomson as she had her operation as soon as the doctor arrives. "Come here son come close to me" Isabella called out Mr black who was still puzzled with the situation. Isabella Thomson was ex wife of Mr Steve smith and she had two sons from him. Mr black and Mr. Sam smith. "Come here my son" says Isabella holding his hands and pulling him towards her with an abortive try. Mr black who was still puzzled with the situation, just dragged himself close to her and sat down on a seat next to her. " do you know that I love you the most. For me my world starts from you and ends at you. Today was the day I got you in my arms. And that was the best gift life could ever give me." With her faltering tone she holds his hand with both her hands. "Today I have a gift for you. A gift, that I have kept for years to give you at the right time. But life betrayed me and I have very less time left." A tear rolls down on her cheeks. "I know this operation is not going to save me. I am just counting my last few minutes." Grins Mrs Thomson and continues. "Son right on the table next to you is a box kept for you. That is a box which will make you realise that humans value relations most when they don't exist." She just completes her statement and starts breathing profusely. "I love you son... I love you" her last gasping breaths could only speak those words and Mr black calls out the doctor. Nurses and doctors surrounds her and asked him to go out of the room. Mr black quickly picks up the box and leaves the room and doctors close the door. A tear of pain rolls down Mr blacks eyes. He want to shout yell at everyone present there to somehow save his mother. All his grudges,hate,and frustration suddenly disappeared and he was again that little innocent boy who loved his mother. Crying like a small boy he turns towards the corridor. Sam smith, younger brother of black smith came there with his family. He was with his mother in her last hours. Unlike Mr black smith, Sam loved his mother and was always in touch with her. He was not as rich and successful as Mr black but was very happy in his small little world. He had two daughters and a son. "Hey brother its good to see you here. Mum was waiting for you since morning. Did you meet her?" Quarried Sam. "Yes bro" replied Mr black mourning. Sam consoles him with a hug.