"Oh poor Jennifer,she was a kind soul we have been good friends since my first day here" Methilda had been crying the whole night over the loss of her dear friend,who died of pneumonia last night. "I know she was dear to you but she's in a better place now,away from this haunting world" She tried to calm Mathilda with sympathy.
How could she forget that sight when Jennifer took her last breath in her hands with tears rolling down for her son who couldn't come in time,the tears of remorse that her only child is not near.It wasn't the first time she saw death so close but everytime she had,the same feeling of sorrow penetrating deep into soul,shaking legs,watery eyes and that throbbing sound of heart,trying to come out of cage,dreaded over the sight of Grimreaper being arround.
It had been 3 months since she was working here when she first encountered this situation....It was just another normal day when she was listening to Mrs Darcey's story sitting by her bed side after giving her medicine,prescribed for her illness for a few days that suddenly Darcey started shivering,it was an emergency she called the doctor. Darcey didnt allow her to leave,holding her hand tight,she started taking deep breaths,it was a frightening site a deep wave of shiver ran down her spine,that feeling of helplessness where she couldn't do anything other than crying and shouting for Darcey to stay....
A game of few minutes and it was all over,Darcey was gone right in front of her and she couldn't do anything...That day she cried,cried to bits,over the helplessness of human just a few minutes and everything's over,death is so cruel.It stays there:the Grimreaper,celebrating its victory,seeing everyone mourn over that hog-tied creature,the human, who in power never gives a damn to anything.She saw this truth,experienced it and was convinced over the worthlessness of human.
She had been the caretaker of this old home since years. She was the favourite of Mr. Robert,an elderly strict man,stubborn,intovert and the most serious of all,never seen talking to anyone,and of Mr. John who was famous as the angriest here,Mrs Gibrael would laugh with her too, sharing her secret stories which she would never tell to anyone. She was everyone's favourite therefore was heard by all.
She even though had been living here as a caretaker but was a teacher too working in a school nearby to earn for her living.She was so busy to get a little time out for her mind to travel, down the memory lane.....which in past had her go through a vicious cycle of fright,depression and severe anxiety ending her up in a hospital bed....unconcious,living on machines for weeks with no one to cry by her bedside but pity this cute girl,sorry for what was she bad been gone through....Going through this nervous breakdown had her change completely.She got unconcious as a weak,feeble yet helpless poor girl but got up as strong,stone hearted woman who decided to live but with dignity....
She was a thin lean woman,with brownish silvery hair seen tied in a clean bun,dark brown eyes,who with weakness had a bluish grey tinge around,she was always seen smiling,a smile that can astonish anyone in a stare because of its uniqueness. That smile was something pure,as purified gold looks after burning in fire,that tinge of grief it carried mesmerized everyone who looked.Her feeble body was always covered in a sober dress,her voice was warm and soothing. The way she talked was another level of gentleness with rythm of a calm sea breeze,taking away all worries,sorrows and sadness surrounding. Everyone loved listening to her stories,even they'll request her to tell them more of the unheard stories she had....
Her days were going under this shelter,there was so much love sorrounding but that emptiness was something she couldn't figureout.Her barren eyes which she had always covered under the cloak of forced sanguinity,were exhausted waiting for someone.Her soul was jaded,awaiting healing of the wounds she had carried so long enshrouded under so many layers of faith and prayers.Sometimes the wall of patience she had built in herself so far with alot courage and pain would appear to get a crack and shed because of push of all worst hurtful memories she had chained in herself and she could do nothing but cry.....
