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God's special child.

                    The little girl lay listlessly in the hospital bed in the children's ward.  She looked like a porcelain doll, but with skin so pale, one could see the blood running through her veins. The twinkle in her eyes had long since dimmed,  and so had the smile that played on her lips from dawn to dusk. She lay like a corpse, but with a feeble heart still fluttering within her chest, waiting for the rhythm to die out.
              Her parents had run from pillar to post, finding a doctor who could cure their baby, but in vain.
        "It is just a viral fever. She will be fine in a matter of some time." they tried to explain to the parents. But, they had never seen a child suffering from just a viral fever in such a  pathetic condition.

          She just wouldn't let them leave her side. They sat by either side of her bed -- her mother and her father --  holding her hands, cooing softly,  trying their best to bring a smile on her face, motivate her to feel better. But, they knew it was not of much use now.They knew in their hearts that it was just a matter of time. Their little butterfly was flying further away from them with every second and all they could do was watch as mute spectators.
       Every breath seemed to take her away from her world, from her family, from her friends, whose darling she had been all her life. A girl so cheerful, so loving and caring! God, too, seemed to have fallen for this beautiful creation of his. He seemed to be in a hurry to take her away, at such a tender age!
      Her family and friends thronged the hospital corridor, looking at her through the glass wall, eagerly awaiting for some ray of hope,  for some breakthrough.  Their prayers seemed to be falling on deaf ears, for,  one night, as the clock struck 12, she breathed her last. The little soul  flew away, leaving behind her grieving family, with a void so huge, it  would never be filled.

         It must be more than 20 years. But, I still remember that face with those eyes, dancing with joy, smiling at us every time we visited her. My little cousin sister, all of seven or eight years. The happiest soul I have ever seen. Had she been around, she would have been a grown woman by now, giving love to every soul she touched, cheering the world with her contagious laughter.
       It is surprising, how we seem to forget people  we may have dealt with on a day to day basis, but are in touch with no more. It is surprising, how we remember others, who have left us long ago, gone away, never to return. They  reside in our hearts, in our minds, forever!  They must be the truly special people God creates every once in a while.

       You were a truly special person, little sis. A gem of a person. And, you will never be forgotten. Ever.

NaBloPoMo November 2014


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