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She was restless the whole night. The pain and agony was unbearable. She cannot take it anymore, she decided. “This will be the last session,” she thought to herself.
“Can you still manage some more chemos? I know it is painful but we should not stop the course midway,” the doctor gently said.
“I am bent on giving up Doc. You have said yourself earlier it is incurable. Why then is this punishment?” she answered obstinately tinged with sadness. He knew she alternated between bad periods of total weakness and acute pain and tolerable intervals with some minor discomfort.
She wrapped her shawl over her and went outside her home one late evening. It was cold and foggy and the mood was depressing. She walked with a heavy heart over the creaking bridge that she had often frequented. She heard the distant howl of an owl, as if portending something dreadful to happen.
Step by step, she walked to the middle of the bridge. “What is there to live for, you abandoned me when I needed you most,” she whispered to herself in between tears and painful sobs. Her thoughts hovered around her lover who vanished like a coward once he knew she was afflicted with cancer. "Would she have done this to him if he were in her position," she asked herself.
Gripping the railings of the bridge, she let her eyes wander around for the last moment. She suddenly recalled those happy times when they walked on the bridge hand in hand and hoping that those happy moments will last forever. "How fickle the human nature is," she wondered.
She closed her eyes, drew a deep breath and gathered all the strength left in her and heaved herself over the bridge plunging into the deep cold waters while she muttered….“I know you will never return to me anymore. But til death I will love you James no matter what you did to me. I shall keep my side of our promise”!
Splash!!!…gurgling sound for a while….then silence! A deafening silence............!
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