The Girl with cinnamon eyes (On Hold)

Chapter 27

I hold my mother's fragile hand. She looked pale and faded white. I patted her head gently.

"Are you fine?", I asked.

She was silent, her head tilted to right gazing at the pendulum clock,11:50 p.m. and I was perplexed at her strange gesture.

"What's the matter, mom?"

She changed her gaze with that bare face.

I sighed and asked her again, "Are you fine?"

She opened her mouth finally and broke the aura of silence, "I-I a.m.. fine".

I was delighted at her response, I was happy that she was speaking and she escaped a dwindle smile.

"Mom, you will be fine", I kissed at her forehead and prayed the good God to recover her.

Rose was at the doorstep waiting for me with a bottle of pill. She handed me the pill in haste, I felt pity for her shameless face which did not lack her hallmark attitude.

"I am sorry again", she apologized.

"Feeling sorry?"

"Yes, I felt sorry for your mom".

"Even I felt sorry about how Borocho abandoned you", I said with an attitude radiating out like the Sun's radiation from the space.

I was occupied by the thoughts of my mother and her medicines. I slyly made my way out of her chaotic nuisances.

I grabbed the flask and poured hot water into a glass. Rose grasped my hand and turned me ninety degree, I spilled a hot water all over her.

"Who do you think you are?", she cried.

"A girl"

"Uhhhh", she responded in an annoying tone.

"A rich girl?", I answered in a voice filled with her mount Everest attitude.

I took no notice of her vexed face and she left the room in peace. I fetched my mother the prescribed medicine and went out for a refreshing air.

I exhaled in and out. I stood at the corridor embracing the ghostly touch of that hospital. I turned left and concentrated my sight at the yellow light which flickered constantly changing the aura from normal to abnormal. I longed to encounter a young lady with loose white dress.

I switched my gaze at one of humongous Windows. I took out a bubblegum from my left pocket and chewed like a cow.

I observed the chilled weather of California pelting rain like stone rattling from the sky. Every object was glistering in wetness and water.

My attention moved to a Casaurina tree, its boughs had two sparrows protecting their eggs from the harsh weather. I suddenly glared at the other building, I saw countless berths and lights emitting from their Windows. Some activities were hidden behind the curtain. The active nurses and doctors were busy in their life-saving process.

An unknown woman suddenly perched her palms at my shoulders, I turned back and she was dressed in white.

I was bewildered.

"Huh?", I expressed in trauma.

"Do you know patient no. 82?"

She was the nurse (different one).

My eyes locked at the pendulum clock 1:00 p.m. I glared at my mom's bed, she was sleeping peacefully, surely after suffering from the pandemonium of works and driest stress. She indeed longed for a long slumber.