You remain in a deep slumber as if someone had cast a spell on you.
Sleeping on and on, you never stir a wake nor give an acknowledging glance.
It’s me, Grandma. Wake up.
Watching you lie there in a state of coma
sends the pain tugging at my heartstrings.
Didn’t we just spend a lovely afternoon chatting away the day before?
And the skies were clear and spirits were high.
We laughed, we sang, we talked about the joys of life.
Yet not I know now what to do.
No amount of tears I shed can freshen your sleepy look.
No amount of long caresses can unbreak the spell the cruel Fate has cast on you.
Teach me, guide me, tell me what I must do.
I have lost many things in life – friends and opportunities among them all.
But the very thought of losing you, Grandma,
is enough to make my world crumble.
You are my pillar of strength, my guiding angel.
Without you, the road ahead is dark and rocky.
When I fall, who will be there to help me up?
When I feel downcast, who will be there to unburden my woes?
When I talk, who will be there to listen?
No one, only emptiness remains.
The very same emptiness which threatens to engulf me.
Of all the persons in the world, why were
you the chosen one to suffer this fate?
You are loved by one and all.
Kindness, generosity and humility are the hallmarks of your legacy.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
But the most important of them all is that
I regret not having loved you enough.
Wake up, Grandma, wake up!

My beloved Grandma fell into a coma on 01 Oct 2001 and despite repeated cries, caresses and prayers passed away peacefully on 02 Oct 2001 at 12.25pm. This is the lowest point in my entire life.

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