Karma is visiting his wife in the hospital. It has become somehow
like a routine for him to come to the hospital, to see his darling wife, every
other day.
‘How are you feeling today?’ he asks, settling near her bed.
Wangmo had been admitted to the hospital, a month ago. ‘Am fine’, answers
Wangmo. She has become painfully yellow compared to last few days.
She stretches her feeble hand towards Karma and holds his hand.
‘You look tired,’ says Karma. ‘Are you sleeping well?’
‘Oh I was little restless yesterday.’ Wangmo doesn’t talk about the excruciating
pain her body’s enduring all the time: she doesn’t want her husband to worry.
‘Any word from Tashi?’ she asks.
Karma shakes his head without looking at her. She turns her head
towards the wall.
Tashi, their eldest son, works as a teacher at Mongar. He has left
home after getting a job and has never come home. So their son has become just a name. But
despite all the unfairness droned upon them by their precious son, they have
never lost hope of seeing him.
Karma gazes dreamily across chattering hospital ward. The patients
lying there looks like a dead corpse so he shifts his sight towards his darling
wife.
‘Has the doctor come for the check up?’ karma asks his wife.
‘Yes, just before you came,’ answers his wife in a feeble
voice. ‘Any idea how long they will keep
you here?’
Wangmo turn away and coughs into a tissue, then settles back and
takes Karma’s hand again. ‘I don’t know. I am sorry to be such a bother.’
Karma wanted to cry his heart out but holds back for the sake of
his dear wife. She never wanted to see tears on his eye.
Her small chest heaves under her heavy blanket. Time seems to
forget its essence here in the dead zone. The minutes pass in heated tedium.
'This
must be very boring for you,' she says, without opening her eyes.
'Not
at all. It does me good to see you.'
'It's not nice having to visit anybody in
hospital. It's so depressing.'
'Nonsense.'
Wangmo
settles her head further back against the dark pillow and braves a smile.
‘You
should leave now, Karma. I think I might sleep for a while’
Karma
walks slowly outside towards the bench to get some sunlight.
That
night Wangmo passes away in a sleep. Karma knows too well that, hence it’s all
by himself.
Nice post. Emotional! Keep writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for going through Langa.
ReplyDeleteI love your writing!
ReplyDeleteThank You Anna. It really means a lot to me.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad piece, but it is something that happens everyday, so I applaud you for showing the truth.
ReplyDeleteIndeed Kirstie. Thanks for reading.
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