The Waiting Room

I was surrounded by people…talking, murmuring, whispering…but I was lost in my train of thoughts…couple of hours ago I was lying in my bed…relaxing, waiting for the alarm to buzz once  more…mom almost crashed my bedroom’s door and told us dad met with an accident…next few minutes were blur…I gained consciousness when I saw dad…tangled in god knows how many small pipes wires weird looking machines…I along with my mom, who was crying silently…my bro who was sitting lost in his thoughts just like me and Vicky who was engrossed in a deep conversation with very close family friend…were waiting for the main doctor…he was the one who would give final verdict  about dad’s condition…and he came six hours later…

Two hours were passed…there was an awkward silence in the room…nobody was talking anymore…the door was opened with a bang…a lady came crashing…she was barefoot carrying a small child…must be around 5 or 6…he was badly injured…soaked in blood…other members of her family came running…few minutes later that lady came sat next to me…she was crying…another woman from her family told her…he would be fine…she lost control and kept crying…that little boy was serious, he was fighting for his life…

I looked around the room…most of the people who were sitting in that room…were waiting for some good news…their faces wet with tears…loved ones consoling them…and suddenly it struck me…their patient might be more serious in comparison to my dad…I closed my eyes and prayed silently for everyone…I wiped my tear soaked face at the corner of my tee…

Few days later my dad got discharged…there were no serious injurious…on my way to the exit I passed through that room once again…there were new faces, some were old…I wanted to know what happened to that small child…but I was too scared to digest the truth…I turned around and ran until I was out in the open

People always say…waiting is a sign of true love & patience…but no one in this world would ever like to stand in THE WAITING ROOM of the hospital…

Love AARYA

This post is part of this week’s WOW Prompt…

She is my wife…

She wakes up early, prepares breakfast and pack everyone’s lunch…and before the alarm starts ringing…my tea is on night stand with the morning paper…once everyone leaves, she makes the house spick and span…she goes from room to room…picking up things which I left here and there…from socks to toffee rappers…from car keys to chargers…she takes shower, get dressed and leaves for the work…she comes early so that I can have evening tea on time…even if I am behaving like a jerk…she opens the door with a smile…she fixes dinner for everyone…serve it hot…gives my fav sweet dish before I sink in…she goes back to her kitchen…and spend couple of hours there…she comes in between to see what I am doing…she puts a warm blanket so I don’t get cold…once she is done with everything…she slip next to me without disturbing my sleep…and next day…she wakes up early…

She is my wife…over the years…when she took the place of my mum…I didn’t realize…but suddenly she has become the necessity…not because she cleans and sweeps…no I can have a servant for that…but she loves me, nourishes me…she turned four brick walls into a beautiful home…Our Home Sweet Home…

I always paid respect to my mother for doing everything for me…she carried me for nine months…there’s a blood relation so love is obvious…but I am not related to my wife, she didn’t carry me for nine months…still she does everything for me just the way my mum used to do it…

If I can appreciate my mother…why can’t I appreciate my wife…if I can give respect to my mom…why can’t I respect my wife…I think I can…what about you???

Love AARYA

 

I AM OLD SCHOOL…

I am very open when it comes to sharing my mind…I am an old school girl who loves talking…but this internet has changed the face of communication and relations…even if you don’t like it you gotta learn it and use it…because every other person you know is using it…

But when it comes to express emotions…whether I am online or having a face to face conversation…I rarely use shortcuts like gr8, u, v etc etc while gossiping online also…I didn’t write more shortcuts because I can’t recall any 🙂

I can’t stand this kind of shortcut language…I feel as if emotions are missing from my message…I feel that opposite person might misinterpret my message…typing the message with proper spellings is pain in the ass…but I prefer communication that way…and if emotions are in full flow and I don’t have enough time for typing I just pick up the phone and call the opposite person…but I don’t use this trending shortcut methods of communication…

Checkout the spellings of young generation…and some people who sound too cool online are actually too lame in face to face conversation…I just hope our future generation don’t forget the real writing language…

Recent Modes of Communication are killing the Real Communication…

Love  AARYA