He was stretched out on his bed.
Older than his biological age.
His skin drenched with sweat,his eyes feebly searching for someone.
The veins on his bony hands were as thick as cord.His touch was weak and clammy.
At the sound of my voice,”Take rest,”a smile flickered over his deathly face.
His eyes became teary and he looked sad.
“Thanks,”he whispered.
“I didn’t wish to go this young.”
I didn’t utter a word.I don’t know what to say to be honest.
Witnessing someone is dying is painful.
“Being healthy is the biggest gift of life right”?he mumbled.
I looked at him.
Few seconds later ,I turned and walked away towards the counter.
Didn’t say anything.
But what he said was true.
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