Ajit

Looking at my recumbent wife my conscience trickled and my vision blurred. My feet gave up unable to stand her quiescent form and I sink to floor. A few people came around me absorbing my fading profile. They pitied and whispered some consoling words while others just looked at me with compassion. One of them dialled the hospital number requesting for an ambulance as I became immotile.

An ambulance rushed to the spot within minutes. My limbs worked bionic and I sat in the ambulance with no emotions. My wife's resting form was transferred in a stretcher inside the ambulance. Seconds later the vehicle darted into the busy roads...