A DEMISE

Weeks and months passed. I was really busy in the restaurant. As the new rules and new changes in the system. Tourists are powering like anything and the summer is already started. It was good to see that the people's mindset changed. The pilgrimage to Kashi and other temples came. My business is earning well. Slowly and gradually some development has taken place in my surrounding.

Hotels and restrooms are slowly opening. A newly radiant sun steps forth from the springtime, wrapping us in her warm and brilliant rays. My restaurant had a hot sidewalk it looks like the sidewalk is dancing along a little faster. The sun is brilliant in the cornflower-blue sky as if one perfect petal was stretched so wide around the world. As I go I'm dreaming up new graffiti, and new vibrant mosaics to bring this neighborhood to a higher rhythm, an exuberance we were born for. That's summer. That's the time when music, art, and dance flow into one another as inseparable as any true friend should be.

One busy day the restaurant is filled with people, until afternoon. During these days I appointed one helper and my partner Ankit also came during this summer. He did all the rituals and finally, he become free. I was free after 1.00 pm, and while am having lunch I got a call from my uncle saying that Dad is taken urgently to the hospital.

I rushed towards the hospital telling Ankith to take care of the restaurant. I took my bike and halfway through the petrol is finished. Today was a very busy day, and due to that I not checked the tank. I searched here and there and luckily I found the petrol pump at some distance. I alone cannot push the bike, so I ran to the petrol pump and bought two liters of petrol. I kept one can for emergencies and poured one liter into my tank.

It will be enough to reach the hospital. I started my bike and rushed towards the hospital. I reached there and saw that Dad is taken to ICU( Intensive Care Unit). I rushed but the doctor's not allowed me to enter they closed the door and put him on a ventilator. I saw my uncle sitting on a chair. I approached him and wished him. His voice is shaking and weary. I asked him what happened uncle. He said," I went to see a brother in the morning. We had a normal chat and he told that he want to take a rest. I felt he become exhausted due to the long chat.

As he was going to sleep suddenly his hand touched the water on the table but he slipped from the bed holding his heart, I was also frightened, I called the doctor and we took him here. The doctors said his body is weak and this is his second heart attack and the mostly third attack caused death but we can only put him on a ventilator for twenty-four hours for observation.

Tears rolled from my eyes, and days of memories came flowing to me. I stayed there. I told the uncle to go to the house so that he can take a rest and come tomorrow. I told him to take my bike and also fill it with petrol and also gave him some money. I sat on the bench seeing all the patients coming and going. Doctors are rushing here and there for saving the patients. This is the busy life of every doctor. After an hour. The doctor came out from ICU, saw me, and called me to the cabin. I followed him and we reached the cabin. He told me to sit and after sitting he asked my identity.

I told them that I am Abdul Qureshi and son of the Salim Qureshi. The doctor said," Nice to meet you your father's condition is weak. We currently cannot explain to you the situation we have to observe him twenty-four hours. I became very tense but cannot able to explain the situation. The doctor told me that I can visit him now.

I returned to the ICU I can't see him but I gathered my courage and watched him through the glass window of the unit I cannot able to go inside. I just saw his pale and weak body and my tolerance level was very low I just cried a lot seeing him.

At about midnight in the night I heard a sound from inside because I was upset and worried that when I slept on the bench I don't know. I rushed inside and pressed the bell because Father was hanging his head downward but he is moving his finger. I put him straight on the bed and at the same time doctor came.

He checked his pulse and said, he is fine for now but there is less chance of survival. He went after giving him some injection and glucose. As soon as he went, Dad grabbed my hand and said water I gave him some and he told me only words. Take care my boy, and he kept quiet. After that, he did not move an inch.

His body started to become cold. I called the doctor and he checked him and declared him dead. I called my family members and mom. We took his body but the doctor said, his body cannot be taken because he donated eyes to a girl who is blind and we have to do the operation.

I was shocked to hear that, but cannot oppose the doctor. I told them that, take his eyes, before my relatives come. The doctor did all the operations and handed me the body. And in the meantime, my relatives arrived and we did his burial in traditional ways. It took a month to recover from the shock.

In this one month, I discovered that father purposefully removed the connection and due to his weak body and unknowingly removed and lead himself to death. I discovered that the girl is the orphan girl who is blind but today she is seeing the world with her beautiful blue eyes. She is just ten years old.

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