They say love never dies. It has no limits. Had Love
attained a definition some lives could have been a lot much easier. But there isn't. It just happens. The cracks in your soul make
the pathway to your solace and solace is what people like Shanaya wander for.
Tiny, average looking young lady in her twenties had lost all trust and hopes
on the existence of true love. She was a nurse at a famous physiologist..
Father’s dream and mother’s medicines is what pushed her into the life, she was
never made for. Every day was the same until one day, when He came. Doctors
running here and there, there was an emergency. They would put their best
saving the last member of Raichand
family. Yes, the Raichand’s. It was him. They did save him but could not
prevent destiny slipping him into coma. His face taking third degree burns had
enflamed Adaan’s dream of acting, carrying forward his father’s legacy. He
could now never live Like father Like son.
This patient was now given to Shanaya. It was her first time with such a
case. What pulled her more was the vain, how this body used to look like and
how it looks like, now. What this body had wanted to be and what it would be
now. The relativity would strike her deep into the thoughts. She would often
pick his white bluish hands to see if he moves. Days kept passing; her
assignment was no more just an assignment. She would often sleep aside his shoulder,
blowing air on his burns. She would say
things to him, tell him, her favourite colour, her favourite food, her favourite
novels and often read them out to him. She would be regular in changing the purple orchids of his vase. Who knows,
he could have any of them favourite too. She would comb his hair, change his
clothes, she would do it all. Maybe this soul had found a body to live in. She
had dreamt of proposing him by now. How long can someone pull a one sided conversation,
she pulled it all day, all 78 days.
They did say love never dies, but they didn't
say happiness won’t last forever. The windy day started with a pale hand
pulling Shanaya’s fingers while she was asleep on the floor. Opening her eyes
up, she was in tears, in screams, in calls of names of all the doctors. They
came running and rushed Adaan to the ICU. She ran after them but was not
allowed inside, she wasn't sanitized. That was not just a rule. That was
destiny. “Had you allowed me in, we could have saved him!” was the roar heard
minutes later. The reply was even louder, not to the ears but to her heart.
Adaan had been out of Coma two days ago, but he knew he won’t make it. He never
wanted the doctors to give her a hope.
Today I see Shanaya with a little angel, praying at Adaan’s
grave and I wonder why this little girl plucks a flower from his grave every time
she comes here, that too a purple orchid.
