The life of a withering flower [COMPLETED ✔️]

Chapter 3

It was the Friday morning. I was sitting in the waiting area. I took out my phone to call my dad in New York City, that I have reached for the operation.

The message was short and composed. Dad and I didn't really share much verbal communication.
He was there with Bhaiyya, helping in the house business.

Just after 5 minutes, they called out my name. I got up from my seat and digged my phone in. In return, my wallet fell down. I bent down to pick it up. As I stood back up, I saw a diary on a chair. Curiosed, I opened the first page, where it was boldly written "LIFE IN DEATH". Must be the title.

I wondered whose it was and looked around for any clues.

"It is... Mine", I heard a familiar feminine voice from my back.

"It's mine", she repeated, coming near me and laid her hand out for it.

"Yours?", I cocked an eyebrow as I asked her.

"Aren't you getting late?", she asked as she took the diary from my hand and left from the hospital.

I heard the staff call my name again. I went in for my surgery.

What was all that, again?

In a moment as the sleep kicked into me and knocked my senses off due to the effect of anaesthesia, my thoughts vaporated... My mind went blank. The last thing I remember was... Her beaming smile. Smile...

Xxxxx

Having paid the bills, I was out of the hospital now. I had the weekend ahead, so I planned to stay at home to rest.

As soon as I switched on my phone, it beeped with messages from Bhaiyya. I ignored it successfully. I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to talk to dad. I didn't want mom to find out.
My phone rang and drove me out of my thoughts. It was mom. "Hello", I wished in a low voice.

"How was the operation?", she asked the first question.

"It was fine. How are you doing?", I asked her, dodging my shoes outside the house.

"I am fine. I will be back by 5 PM", she mentioned.

Liar.

She won't make it in time.

It was already 4.20 PM.

"Today we can have a treat at your favorite restaurant", she chided through the phone. I walked to the fridge. "That's not my favorite anymore", I informed her as I found a pack of milk and started making coffee.

"Really? Then, where is your favorite restaurant? We can have dinner together", she asked. As if, we really were going to have some family time. She was always busy with her work. And I am already ready to receive an apology message and a false promise at the last moment. "Never mind... Anything us fine. ", I whisper-tell her, more to myself than to her. To be honest, nothing is my favorite anymore. I don't love anything, now. "Okay.. I need to go. Bye. Take care", she said before hanging up.
I changed my clothes and sat down with one of my ongoing books. Nancy Drew.

I love the way it is portrayed. I decided to stay at home, since, she might actually show up as per the promise.

By the time I finished, it was already 6.30 PM. She is going to end up coming home late, as usual. I put my green hoodie on and decided to take a stroll around the city under the stars.
The city, as usual was baffled with people. People coming back from offices. Some of them, fulfilling a promise of treat to their children, some of them wandering around with their significant others and some finding solace within themselves.
I found a perfect place to view the stars. I lumped down on the lush, plushy, green grass as I watched the stars. They are just rocks reflecting sun rays, yet they are so beautiful. So beautiful that they are the bases of a poet's poem and an astronaut's dream.

Xxxx

"Hello", I heard a strong and small voice from my side.

"Oh. Hello.", I returned the gesture without any emotion.

It was silent for a few minutes as she slowly slipped down beside me.
What was that diary about, again?

"My pancreas has somewhat stopped working... The doctors say... I don't have more than one year left... That's all", she said with a lustrous and natural smile on her face and her eyes looking at the graceful stars. I couldn't help but stare at her for a moment.

"And you are so calmed down about it?", I asked.

"Nothing good is going to happen if I worry, is it?", she said tilting her head to the sides as she looked at me. My heart fluttered at this sudden change of angle.

I tried controlling myself.

"Then what are you doing here? One year is too less time to live, isn't it?", I asked.

"It's more than the certainty of tomorrow. You don't know if you will see a tomorrow or not. And if I am given a certainty of a year, I might as well be happy", she smiled.

She was a hell set of enthusiasm and positivity.

"Life is full of co-incidences, isn't it?", I asked her.

"And co-incidences make the best memories", she said.

"What's the use of making memories, if you are going to die anyway?", I asked her, grunting.

"If you don't, you are going to regret it after life. Life is just like a question paper, the result being, death. If you regret when you are alive, you might even fix things.. But if you are dead when you regret, there's nothing you can do, then... And even if you receive a bunch of RIPs from people living a life, you actually won't", she said focusing her eyes on the stars.

I didn't speak further. Why did she know so much about life while she was about to fall into the abyss of darkness? Why did I know nothing when I was in the light of life?
I shifted my focus to The 'Saptarshi' . It was in full view today. "I need to get back home", I lied, getting up. She glanced at me and stood up. "Okay then, bye, take care", she said and waved at me.

"What's with this 'take care'?", I asked myself. I fished my phone out to see a message from mom. She couldn't make it after all. She promised a movie night this Sunday and I am sure, it is not going to go as expected.

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