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17. Grieving & living.

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 That hunch, that deeper feeling that something has gone wrong or is going wrong has to be the worst feeling one can go through

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That hunch, that deeper feeling that something has gone wrong or is going wrong has to be the worst feeling one can go through. Even though I was at work, all I could think about that someone needed me and I am not around that someone. I pick up my phone and dial the one number that's on my list these days-- Grandpa.

"Pick up, Dadu." I mumble raising from the chair, already rushing out of the door. Glancing at the clock-- 2:39pm, I dial Advik's number. Grandpa's health has continued declining since our engagement seven months ago. He doesn't even leave the bedroom now, attached with oxygen machines that he has tried to get off of many times. Sahil, Suhana and Advik hasn't seen the light out of that bedroom since a month now. Sahil skipping his law school and Advik-Suhana missing out on their training at Mehr.

When even Advik doesn't pick up, I race. Knowing the elevator will take hours, I run down the four floors while informing my driver to keep the car ready. With my heart in my hands, I enter the car and dial the house number of Sahdev house, when this one is missed; my body gives up.

"No. Stop over analyzing, Falak. They must be busy. Dadu must be... he must be sleeping after his medicines and that's why everyone around him put their phones on silent. Even the house phone this time." I try breathing in and out a couple of times, while thinking who to call. The only thing that I am grateful of today is how easy it is to drive, little to no traffic that gets me to Sahdev-Mehrotra house in twenty minutes.

When the watchman looks at me with sad eyes, I lose all the last bit of hope in my heart. It takes all my energy to not fall down my knees and cry. When my steps are slowed down, my driver comes to my side and helps me in the elevator. He stays with me in the elevator as I cry silent tears, already knowing what I will probably walk into.

Howling. I walk into Sahil howling.

"Ask your idiot daughter to answer the call, Papa!" Sahil shouts and I hear it even when I am still outside the elevator. It takes me a moment to understand what's happening. There's almost ten unknown people inside-outside Dadu's room, Sahil is in the room but his voice is booming on the entire floor.

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