World of misery

It was just yesterday when a nightmare turned out to be a breaking reality. Some scenes from movies and a story told by someone were just a twinge to my heart. But yesterday I was compelled to step my foot in the hell (hospital), not because I was poked by numerous injections and cried out in pain there. It was a nightmare because I had to take my brother to the hospital for a tiny injury in his feet and get my entire heart swollen in pain.

Being out of the 4 walls after so long, I got to view the millions of tears floating off the floor for somebody's last breath. It was a massive pain to my heart more than my brother's injured feet.

Some were passing the sound of sorrow through a yell to my small ears. Some were surviving in dependence on the oxygen mask and some were carried from one room to other under diverse conditions. I never thought about this condition and limited my entire brain to those 4 walls and 5 rooms.

I was sad for my brother but after sensing the condition of each one of them, my sorrow towards him just fell off the terrace and my worries fluttered all over the beds where patients were kept.

I felt him, I felt her, I felt them and I felt everybody. The shivering old lady just beside me reminded me of my grandmother who owned the shortest amount of presence and could take in the last breath any moment.