FLOWERS (story)
Rain, the eye drops of heaven. It is raining out there. I am at the window side. It is putting a wet mask on my sight. But it gives a feel, a feeling that hugs my mind and body. Rain.. I love this rain. But I have to leave all these. This rain, its cool hug and everything, I have to drop here and vanish. I don’t feel to do it, but I have no option. The decease, that I have don’t want to bother about ma tastes and likes.. I am here in this hospital bed. 15 more days left. That is the maximum. I will not exist after that. But I am not sad. Because, I don’t have any unfulfilled dreams or desires. So I am not going to came back as a ghost, don’t worry..!! I think I still look like a ghost.. Bad jock na.?? Please don’t smile. But actually I have some desires. Some dreams. I need to take this rain with me. I want to see mahima’s baby. She is going to deliver a baby. But it will take 5 more months. So, both of this will not happen. So these dreams will remain as dreams. Mahima is a doctor an