After 16 days…

It was terrible to wake up that morning, just like the rest of the days. I didn’t want to open my eyes. It was hard to see the world without her, deep pain piercing my heart each moment. 
But I had to wake up at least that day to make my new start with life. So, I woke up.
A cup was placed near me on the side table. I sensed someone’s presence in that room. I couldn’t see clearly, as I was half-asleep. I couldn’t see the person who had come to my room. The cup had coffee that had the same taste as hers. I was surprised. Suddenly a voice from the kitchen said, “Take your coffee and go bathe soon, it’s already 7:30.” 
I was shocked to hear that. It was she; I felt her presence, but I didn’t have the slightest idea of all those happenings around me. Then her voice came again, now closer and I was in complete shock to see her standing at the door.

She smiled at me standing near the door and I got goosebumps. I felt like I were about to faint.
She moved into the kitchen and started her work. I was stunned and there was that one question at the back of my head gnawing at my brain, “What the hell is happening here?” I moved towards the kitchen and prepared myself to ask her the question in my head. I decided that what I actually thought had happened to me must have been my dream. But it was already 16 days and I don’t think a dream could travel like that unless I was in Inception part 2.

I knew that she was dead, as she had died in front of me. But what I couldn’t understand was how she had made it back to our kitchen from the dead.

Yes, there was a possibility. I forgot to mention something. On that day I went to drop her at the bus stop, I dashed into a tree. Did I faint? Might be. And so I thought all that actually happened, to be my dream. Everything must be a dream, a nightmare.

At this thought, I was so relieved and was happy to hear my wife again. I must be stupid to believe in that dream. I ran towards the kitchen to see her, my wife. I decided not to tell her about my stupid dream; after all, she was just a kid. 

I promised myself not to let her run away from me and I wanted to spend my time with her that day. I was going to ask her to take a leave but suddenly I felt pain on my head (must be a gift from the tree I dashed). I thought I must do something about that pain, then I decided to check out the breakfast first as I were hungry as if I hadn’t had anything for 16 days.
With happiness swelling in my heart, I entered the kitchen and saw...

I was fainting again.
It was my sister.
My wife was dead. Aasha, I miss you.

To be continued....