Friday, 26 September 2014

The First Time

I was given a private room with an extra bed. A nurse took me there on a wheelchair and helped me onto the bed. My friend Sush decided to spend the night on the extra bed. He and another friend Joy also decided to stay back in case there was some emergency at night. They decided to sleep on the floor as there were no more beds available.

As I listened to them discussing the plans, my mind wandered to what happened earlier in the evening. Just as I succumbed to sleep, I remembered that before I blacked out, I was on his right side and he had pulled me to the other side.

The following day, friends started pouring in. The doctor said that I would have to undergo a surgery to align the broken arm correctly and attach a steel plate to keep it in place while it heals. In the midst of the chaos and overload of information, I tried to recollect the previous night's events. He had pulled me out of the way and placed himself in danger. After being hit by a bike, he slept on the floor the whole night. Every now and then, he would come to the room with a concerned look and would talk to me and try to cheer me up. I had no words for how I felt.

The next day, I had the surgery and got a full arm cast. By the time I was back, my Dad had also arrived. I recovered from my injuries with time. But I got a very special gift that evening. I found the love of my life. From that day, he has been with me, laughing with me when I am happy and wiping my tears when I am sad. Every morning when I wake up and feel his arms around me, I know that he will always keep me safe. I love him, adore him and look up to him. It has been 13 years since that evening. We have Sunshine in our life now. My biggest wish, no my need is that even if I have nothing, I always want to wake up with his arms around me and his love enveloping me.

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