Dedicated to jsnj_writes

Ira's pov:

I knew it.i knew it,that I am going to be late again.Trying to pry my way through the hectic traffic while continously checking my watch as if I can magically turn it to be 4pm now, instead of 6pm which is mocking at me that I am late again to visit my mom.

Honking continously and driving too rashly I made my way in between the vehicles to reach my destination that is "King Edward Memorial hospital " in 15 min which actually takes one hour for a sane person to reach.I chide myself for being rash.Mumbling to myself that I was being reckless..with those thoughts I Took my bag and keys and hurried towards the elevator, Ignoring the looks i always get wherever i go...

Waiting for the elevator i heard the whispering of the near by people.'wow,she is so beautiful','I wish I had a body like her' and so on..it's like people always love what is on the exterior display then what truly is beneath the skin..though I am glad I had good genes that made me look this beautiful but I don't like it when I get attention... I am always shy,naive girl who struggles to make friends.

Shaking my head to get rid of these thoughts I get into the elevator and reach 3rd floor...I wave and say hi to some of the familiar faces..and finally get to room 304.Stepping in to the room the first thing I notice is my brother who had his eyes and hands glued to his iPad.i hate it when he does things like this...instead of sitting beside mom and chat with her, he likes to play his stupid game.

Walking closer to him.i took the iPad from his hands......startled he lifted his head and is ready to shout at who ever is interrupting him but by seeing me and my glare he tried to give me a sheepish look...I want to scold him and kick him but I choose to do neither and counted upto 10...opening my eyes,i asked him'did you had your lunch?'He immediately perked up and said 'yes'.
'Good' was my response before throwing his ipad on the sofa he was sitting on and went to sit beside my mom.

Thereafter my brother tried to make a little chat with me by asking,how was my day and whether I had ate anything or not..answering him with 'yes or no' I ignored him while looking at my mom who was so fragile and pale in the hospital gown.i hate to see her like this but I can't do anything...I am helpless.i wish I can change certain things..like seeing my mom wake up from coma and smile at me,talk to me....but I think fate had other plans instored for me.

Thinking of past will always be painful to me.i want to erase one fateful day of my life.The day which took my priced posession,my one and only happiness from my life.

4 years have been passed but I can't get rid of the emptiness that is hovering over me since that day..to people I would appear calm,cool and nothing different but beneath it was too suffocating to lead this life.At one point I want to give up but seeing my mom fighting for her life,I too want to do that.

That's how I was leading my boring life waiting for some miracle,so that my mom can get out of her sleeping state....getting out of my thoughts I started talking to my mom,saying I missed her.i said about dad and inan's work.checking it's already 7pm I decided to go home..I said bye and kissed my mom's cheek.Then I also noticed my brother had already left to his work.

While I was trying to gather my things..suddenly the door opened and in walked rebecca my mother's care taker of a nurse.i always love her nature..she was like my grandma always telling me to take care of my health and enjoy life..Though she is nearly 55 yrs she is lovely and always smiling. I made a small talk with her, hugged her,kissed her cheek and then I was off to home.

When I walked back i waved to the receptionist with a small smile...the good thing about being a famous surgeon's daughter is that they will allow you more time than permitted visiting hours.

Getting back in my porsche macan I started driving back home..being rich is one good thing so that you can have whatever you want in matter of seconds...my father being a surgeon and mom been a highly paid psychiatrist in the country made us immensely loaded.my parents being doctors made easy for my brother inan to get into highly reputated college and achieve a doctorate in medicine.

It left me to be the black sheep of my family..though my father forced me to study medicine,i opt to defy him for the first time in my life and chose my dream course of fashion designing...getting out of my thoughts I realised I have reached the familiar street which leads to my home.

Hello dear readers,I am very happy that you took your precious little time in reading this story. To be Frank I never thought I will write a book and i took a great will power and patience (which i obviously lack)to write this.Thanks for reading and If you like it continue to read...