Short Story ©advbimal
I was on the ventilator and aware of the day and time when they were going to switch it off. I was in a mood of losing and giving up. She comes to my side and holds my hand and says “See, I feel you have only two more days, you should just get done with it”. I saw her golden wheat coloured hair flowing in the air. I could sense her smell and I could feel her breath. I thought, let them switch it off as I overheard. I am gonna fight. Everything went as the destiny has planned.
But the next day when I came out of the darkness and opened my eyes, Paru was there and she was smiling. I was resurrected.
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