Lekhny composition -14-Mar-2024
TOPIC : DEATH
In the quiet hum of a hospital room, where the scent of antiseptic lingered like an unwanted guest, Sarah sat by her father's bedside. Machines beeped rhythmically, the only sound breaking the solemn stillness. Cancer had ravaged his once robust frame, reducing him to a frail silhouette of the man he used to be.Sarah held his hand, feeling the fragile pulse beneath her touch. His eyes, once vibrant with life, now held a distant, weary gaze. She struggled to reconcile the man lying before her with the memories of him laughing, lifting her high on his shoulders, and teaching her to ride a bike. Sarah, her father's voice croaked, breaking the silence. She looked up, tears threatening to spill over. Dad, she whispered, her voice catching in her throat. I need to tell you something, he said, his breaths shallow and labored. Sarah leaned closer, hanging onto his every word, desperate to hold onto him for just a little longer. I'm sorry, he rasped, his voice barely audible above the beeping machines. I'm sorry for all the moments I missed, for all the times I wasn't there when you needed me.Tears streamed down Sarah's face as she shook her head. "No, Dad, don't apologize. You've always been there for me, always." Her father managed a weak smile, his eyes reflecting a lifetime of love and regret. "I love you, Sarah. Remember that."
"I love you too, Dad," she choked out, her heart breaking with every word. As the night wore on, Sarah sat vigil by her father's side, clinging to each precious moment, knowing that soon he would slip away from her forever. And when he finally drew his last breath, she felt a piece of her soul shatter, scattering fragments of her heart across the emptiness of the room. In the days that followed, grief enveloped Sarah like a suffocating blanket. She moved through the world in a daze, the weight of her loss pressing down on her with unbearable force. Yet, amid the pain, there were moments of solace, fleeting memories of her father's laughter, his warm embrace, his unwavering love. Slowly, Sarah began to piece together the fragments of her shattered heart, weaving them into a tapestry of remembrance, a testament to the enduring bond between a father and his daughter. And though he was gone, his presence lingered in every whispered prayer, every cherished memory, every beat of her fragile heart. For in death there is sorrow, but also beauty, a reminder that love transcends the boundaries of time and space, binding us together in the fragile dance of existence, forever and always.
KALPANA SINHA
21-Mar-2024 07:58 AM
Amazing
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Abhinav ji
15-Mar-2024 09:32 AM
Nice👍
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Punam verma
15-Mar-2024 09:08 AM
Nice👍
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