As the images of her lifeless body in that hospital bed flashed before his eyes, his foot automatically pressed the accelerator, thus speeding away on that busy road. It had been more than six months that she left this world, but still he found it difficult to come to terms with the loss. She was after all, his lifeline.
Tears welled in his eyes and all he wanted was to just get her back from the claws of death. But fighting the demon of blood cancer was not that easy. She had put up a brave fight, bearing every chemotherapy with a smile. But it was her body that had borne the brunt of the steroids. With her last breath, she made him promise that he will take good care of himself and all others around.
But he failed her on this front. He was still to come to terms with her not being around. As for others, they had built up their own defence walls. His father had filled the void that the loss of a spouse created, engaging himself in work, business, appointments and meetings. His sister had delved deep into the world of studies and courses. And here he was, still in the hope that one fine day he will wake up and all this would come around as a nightmare.
But he could not. How would he?
As the words went, she was his most favourite and he, indeed, the best son.