It was a usual morning. I had watched the tragedy that struck him exactly one year from then. Every day since then was a nightmare for him. Although it was not expected that it will be over so soon. Then the hallucinations started, the speech was not clear enough. So we were at the doorsteps of the wretched hospital. Then the admission. Every time he would feel the pain and would cry out immensely out of pain. But this time it was different. Not even a single whisper. Then he gazed at my eyes constantly with heavy breathing. I looked at him smilingly and thought things will be better soon . But things started downhill from there. Then he was shifted to the ICU. Then came in the artificial respiration. Then the pulse drop. The whole wretched night was never like before. I knew he was going. I only wished that it would be quick and painless. But it took around 8 hours and then the next morning it was all done. But there was only one thing left : Why was there no goodbye ?
