Saturday, July 4, 2015

Cold Feet

Recently I had been very sick.
So sick that I could not move out of my bed.
So sick that even though I was dying of thirst I could not bring myself to get some water.
That's when I took pity on myself and called my mother.
She literally flew down to my place , cared for me and took me home.

This from a woman whom I had assumed long time back would not take a leave for a mere sickness. I guess actions speak louder than words.

What has just struck me is there might come a day when she or my father wont be there to take care of me. And I would be at a complete loss . I would probably lay dying of thirst.

The thought scared me .
I had always thought that I would be brave when it came to loosing some near one.
But in my selfishness I am not brave.

I am crying now thinking that how alone and bereft I would be left one day.
How much I would miss them , the feeling of not having to worry about yourself would be completely lost.

 I was lying down and yet it felt as if my feet would not feel anything for a long time now, they had turned quite cold.

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