Part true; Part Fiction

Nothing was right. Nothing was clear. Unpredictability was the only constant.

I was screaming as the agonizing pain spread all over my abdomen. I was lying in one of the innumerable beds in the ICU of Max Hospital. A tube coming out of my nose, one out of my abdomen, a canulla to my main left artery and a catheter. Every breath was a struggle.With every ounce of oxygen that I took in, my body became evermore aware of the reining pain and fatigue.

I looked back at the past few months of my life. I could see nothing but pain. Pain and change and unpredictable revelations. My heart was broken and shattered into pieces - no - into dust. Irreparable. The life out of my mind, body and soul was sucked right out. My head was sick of accepting harsh realities. I was tired of getting myself together for someone or something that would never be mine. I was ready to do the one thing that I have never done; I was ready to give up.

And then you happened.

You came into my life and refused to be resistible. Was it the 43 “Hi’s” on whatsapp that did the magic? Or was it the countless “Good morning’s,” “How are you’s?” “I miss you’s” “Goodnight’s” that I read after two weeks of hospital? Hell I have no clue. And I don’t care.

You happened and you changed me. You made me happy. Truly happy for god’s sake! Something I hadn’t been for a very long time.

You happened and you lit up my whole world. You made my life glow.

And I don’t know how to thank you for that.