Tara
"Do you want to die Adi" I asked again. Tears streaming down his eyes. "Adi, its ok to let go. You cannot be in pain forever. Amma will help you." I look deep into his closed eyes as his eyeballs moved slowly from left to right and back. "I'm gonna go now Adi. I promise I will never let anything happen to you". I walk out of the ICU steady, not looking back, I enter the anteroom to change my clothes, and my legs give away. I drop down on my knees and break down, the junior doctor beside me. After fifteen minutes, I steady myself and walk out of the ICU, I run to Hridhay and sob on his shoulders. "Tara we should talk to the doctor. We need to tell him our surgery plans". We walk to the doctor's cabin hand in hand, our minds reverberating the same thoughts. "Doctor we are here to give consent for Adi's surgery". The doctor gives us a hundred forms, we duly sign them and stand up to leave so I can get back to my own hospital room. And I collapse on the floor.
I wake up, my head feeling heavy, Hridhay and Kathir by my side. I stroke Kathir's hair and he gives a weak smile at me. "Amma I was praying strong for both of you, God has answered all my prayers. Appa I told you, there is God". Pride and gratitude swells in my heart for my boys, one who fought through a fatal fall and the other who lived through all of this. I look at Hridhay with so much love for making our family what it is. The way we pull through the darkest of times brings the best in us. "Adi is gonna be okay. His recovery will be very slow. He has to miss school for a year to go to therapy, but yes he's made it." School was the last thing on my mind. We're all going home. Sometimes in life, the simplest of tasks like going home can be so complex.
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