The following words came to my mind out of blue. It just, like CAME. I don’t know what it is― a poem, a story or something else. But instead of keeping this short thing tucked away in some corner of my notebook, I’m putting it in here. It’s just a minute’s read. Here goes something…
On the way to the hospital, I lay thinking. Did Jerry escape? The startling cries, the desperate shouts― I shunned them all. The building had crashed in front of my eyes. A sudden bombing somewhere shook the whole ambulance.
On reaching the hospital, numerous calls took place. I was carried on a stretcher, bobbing up and down, to the ICU. They put me on a ventilator. What was the use? I wanted to go, don’t hold me back.
After an hour of endless fussing and nervous murmurs, it all stopped with my heartbeat. On the way to the morgue, I lay singing:
Isn’t it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Tear me to pieces, skin to bone
Hello, welcome HOME.
(The song at the end are lyrics selected from Billie Eilish’s famous song ‘Lovely’ of the album ‘Don’t Smile at Me’.)
Paying a silent homage to my paternal grandfather Prafulla Chandra Saikia, who left for his heavenly abode on 20. 5. 2021…