They watched a movie together at home. Pari and Sameer. She laughed as Ajay Devgan began to get mad at Arshad Warsi showing him a finger; he got out of control if someone did that. She knew what to expect next and laughed in anticipation. He smiled. In her pink hello kitty night suit, her hair braided in two pigtails, she looked cute hugging her knees and giggling uncontrollably.
The scare she gave him. He lived a nightmare in those thirty-six hours. A nightmare within the nightmare his life had become.
The morning after Dr Mehra's midnight visit, she had regained consciousness for the first time. He sat in the chair beside her bed, looking at her sleeping. The nursing home was coming alive; morning greetings being exchanged, floors being scrubbed with disinfectant, breakfast trolleys with porridge, tea and toasted bread making their rounds. Pari mumbled something and he bent to listen but couldn't hear what she said.
"Pari, did you say something?"