Blood sugar used to run in his veins, insulin was a regular habit, inflexible movements and blank watery eyes had made him look awful. Someone had said me that it was termed Parkinson's . Late at night he used to yell my name and we would understand that it was the time to change his catheter. Just a few months before, he had an accident in his toilet and his flamboyantly successful sons had decided to mend his broken ball and socket joint.
A doctor acknowledging his high blood sugar operated him with an assurance that he will be fine. But who knew that the old man would never be able to walk again.....Bedsores smelled like dead insects, room freshers were an excellent option for his wife and his younger son......The man was humiliated every moment and his every humiliation awaits an explanation till today......He was my dadu.
It was a day before my midterm exams.....i heard that the thin hands stopped moving yelling my name.....the hands that taught me to walk, to write and even to fight were still.......It was unbearable to see his closed eyes......But i was too stubborn to accept this loss. i expected him to come back, but i could never see those eyes expecting my foot steps at the door...
A doctor acknowledging his high blood sugar operated him with an assurance that he will be fine. But who knew that the old man would never be able to walk again.....Bedsores smelled like dead insects, room freshers were an excellent option for his wife and his younger son......The man was humiliated every moment and his every humiliation awaits an explanation till today......He was my dadu.
It was a day before my midterm exams.....i heard that the thin hands stopped moving yelling my name.....the hands that taught me to walk, to write and even to fight were still.......It was unbearable to see his closed eyes......But i was too stubborn to accept this loss. i expected him to come back, but i could never see those eyes expecting my foot steps at the door...