Impressions

It was another struggle deep within oneself. Fighting it out, though one wasn't upto it. Fighting it hard and fighting to no end. That grit feeling of confidence oozing from every cell, contributing and coupling with a fight in which one was dragged. In such times of strife one's capabilities were given the acid test . He kept breathing without a blink of what went on.
Gadgets desperately trying to record movements within him but unable to draw a clear picture. His life was not dear to him but to many who kept him dear. All foes turned mellow and his supine form and the curve of a smile melted many a hearts that opinionated him. He was oblivious of all this, he himself wasn't aware of where he was and what he was. A figment of thought or something transcedental. Bordering on the shores of life and death, he was merrying with the times again least aware of it. Where was he?
Many came and patted his hand, ran their fingers through his tousled hair which wasn't washed. How particular he was about his crop. A soul touching it would invite wrath unmatched and things would turn awry. Now nothing, not even a twitch of the finger. Just silence with the occasional beep. That hand which was a guide to many was now lost and resting. Where is that energy? Which made it sway with grace mesmerizing not only the near and dear but strangers too. It has been over two months since he was rendered immobile. His horrifying blunder brought him down to this fight for sustenance. Was one error so costly that he who meant the world to many was now valued more than ever. Death, dark, defying and dingy loomed over, with the passage of time. It was a coma and the red factory was pumping forcing the hope factor. A person with a perfect posture while standing was rendered to a spineless state.
Providence in the fall of a sparrow was correctly mentioned.
He was to succumb to the wrath sometime or the other. How people, who saw him splayed on the road, narrate - A shaking and utterly battered form gave out one last cry of desperation and was still thereon.
So much for silence, the beeps changed their timbre yet he did not move. Hey just lay therewith that smile. All were stunned when things were declared, he had given up. Yet the smile was there, what a sight it was- a body bandaged from head to toe save the jaw-line and the dental structure exuding the smile. He was no more, but he lived on in everybody's minds (even yours now)!