The Last Glare

She was holding his hand in her own. She did not want him to go any far for even a moment. Having lost almost everything already, she did not have the courage to deal with a new loss. Though she knew she would not be there for long to loose anything now, still she had hope. In her 84 years of life, she had been hurt for almost 55 years. Within a year of her marriage, her parents died in a road accident. Then she lost her first child when it was only 5 years old. And now she had just one person with herself, her husband- her only support, her entire life. Though she had her child, the second one, she didn’t really know where he was. Despite of loving him so much, he had abandoned them years ago when they badly needed him. And here it was, the present day. She lying on the hospital bed, suffering from a deadly disease which was eating her up all this while. To the limits of her satisfaction, she was still happy with the little things she had. With her husband’s hand in hers, she was smiling..and smiling. Both were smiling at each other. This was the last glare they shared with each other. And the time came. Her wish to meet her child remained unfulfilled and she lost her breadth. He was still holding her hand but there was no movement in her body. Her heartbeat had stopped. And..he was still holding her hand but this time, with tears in his eyes. Having left him alone, empty and incomplete, she had gone. She was no more.