My days are never boring. Life has so much to offer and on top of that, I just enjoy making the most out of it by grabbing more than I can handle, at times. So its bound to end up in poor old me getting really burned out and heading back home pretty late on most days of the week, dying to just fall flat on my bed. It was on one such night my mum told me that I have to head to the hospital immediately to pay a visit to an uncle who is in critical condition. I was hesitant at first, cause the timing ain't right. Can it wait till the morning, I thought.
But this ain't any other uncle (got them in the hundreds). This guy is someone I am in good talking terms with and someone who never fails to enquire about me whenever he sees my mum. So it didn't feel right to be putting it off till the next morning, especially when he is in a critical condition.
So off I went to the hospital and words simply can't describe what I felt when I reached his ward and saw him lying there in his bed. The man I knew as my uncle was nothing like the person I saw that night. His face which used to be quite round had shrunk to a third of its original size. His former chubby frame was hiding under the white bed sheets but it was barely filling the space in the bed. And his limbs which were exposed since his siblings were massaging them, were bloated due to water retention.
I didn't know which was harder to do then. To carry on looking at the state that he has been reduced to or to appear manly in front of my relatives whom were present there by stopping the tears that were going to well up in my eyes. That very night, I went back home and had a long chat with my mother. The sleep that I felt I was being deprived off earlier was no longer bothering me. Life is so fragile and you never know when your closest ones will lay to rest for good. So I decided to sleep when I am dead and spend as much time as I can with those dearest to me.
