Sunday, February 19, 2012

Till death do us part


This is a repeat of an old story that I liked

Omana adjusted the intravenous poles as a routine though she knew the old man was sinking fast and may not survive the day. The doctors had given up hope and he was administered medicines only to ease his pain. He was in a coma. She nevertheless took care of him as if he would survive this ordeal.

The old man in his eighties was oblivious to the surroundings, the very short life that lay ahead of him, the presence of his dutiful wife who spent wakeful hours at his bedside praying for his recovery all the time. Omana turned to the old lady who appeared to be a few years younger than the old man. She was small-built, draped in nine yards and looked fresh after her bath in the early morning with a big bindi and ash mark on her forehead. She held in her hand prayer books. “How is he today?” she asked the nurse Omana.

What could she tell the old woman who pinned her hopes on her Goddess and her prayers? The old lady was quietly aware of the critical condition of her husband.

Omana said “There is no change, grandma. His condition remains the same and not good. Doctors are trying their best.”

“It has happened many times before virtually taking him to his end but he always recovered miraculously. My Godess will not let me down, I am sure, this time also,” said the lady.

“Grandma, don’t you have children? I see nobody here. You are here all the 24 hours without rest or sleep,” asked the nurse.

“I have one daughter in Australia. But her husband, ever since her marriage would not permit her to come to our house due to some misunderstanding. She is a good girl with two kids of her own. What can the poor thing do when her husband is stubborn and insensitive? Only the neighbours helped in bringing grandpa here. But I don’t want to disturb them.”

“How long are you married” asked the nurse? “I don’t know. I was thirteen then and I must be seventy eight now. You work out yourself. I am not good in arithmetic.” the lady replied. “

Wow!! Sixtyfive years both of you have been together. Have you taken any food? You didn’t seem to go out at all?” asked the nurse.

“How can I leave him alone? In case he opens his eyes and calls Chellamma, what will he think if there is no response,” she asked.

"The ward boy gets me plantains and idly from the canteen,” she added.

Omana turned her face away to hide her tears. “Okay grandma, you can be by his side holding his hands. No one will come today being Sunday. But you must take a short nap as grandpa is sleeping comfortably. I will come now and then. I have my night duty also today. Don’t worry. I will be there for you. Please ring the bell if you need me,” she said softly resting her hand on the old lady’s shoulder.

When she left the room after noting down some data on the chart, she saw the old lady caressing the old man’s face muttering something about her faith in Goddess and his recovery. Omana was busy with other patients one of whom was on ventilator and another needed close monitoring. She had a tough time and was on continuous duty for two shifts. It was around 4 a.m. that she finally got some rest. She came to the room and found the old lady asleep with her head on the bed and one hand holding the hand of her husband, while the other on his forehead. The prayer books were on the bed.

She went near the old man only to find that he had passed away. He was still warm. Though professionally trained, she could not hold back her tears and shuddered at the prospect of breaking the sad news to the wife who steadfastly trusted her Goddess's power to heal. She came around the bed to the old lady and put her hand on her shoulder telling “Grandma, wake up. Please wake up.”

When she did not respond, she nudged her a little harder only to find the faithful spirit had also flown away with her husband.

14 comments:

  1. Brought tears to my eyes...left speechless. Isn't it a gift to go away together? Great title- Till do us apart, indeed!

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  2. very nice one.. i was soo touched..its always better to part with the person whom u love the most ..cant bear staying without them..How strong is the love..wow :)

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  3. Best gift god would grant anyone..to take them together..

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  4. Touching.. they must have been soul mates..need luck to leave together like that when we dont have anyone else on this earth.

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  5. A beautiful idea and way to depart!

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  6. so lucky...to leave the world together...sometimes we feel so lonely without our partner...

    huh...!!!!

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  7. Yes, they are very lucky. Whoever is left alone might suffer later. Good ending, Partha Sir!

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  8. Reallyyy heart touching story many old people are spending their time the same now-a-days.. That makes me feel so sad n ur story is so touchinggg

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  9. Very touching . God saved both.

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  10. A very touching story. Grace of God for mortals and will of saints can cause death of these types. Omana did well to assist medically.

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  11. Very touching story Sir. Brings tears to eyes.. beautifully written..

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  12. Very touching story Sir. Brings tears to eyes.. beautifully written..

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  13. That definitely brought a tear to my eye as well. To think of it, Today marriage is not seen as something which is Divine. When I look at my grandparents and they way they continue to cherish every second of their life, and other older couples, who walk together and share a laugh, I can't help but wonder if I would spend time that way when I reach their age. With time, Women have gained a lot of prominence, but when it comes to the institution of marriage, It's always the older days and previous generations we look up to , in order to make sure to keep the Marriage working!

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  14. It is the best gift one can have. To go away together. Touching story. I was moved.

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