It was almost 12 years ago when one of my cousin was diagnosed with a critical illness. She was too little to get cursed by the almighty. Everyone in her family, relatives including me and friends were all in grievous mode after listening to the news. I was very close to her and at that time I did not know how to handle that situation.
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My parents did everything to help her get better, they were mostly busy in traveling with her and her family. They use to leave me at my grandma's house with my sister, for time they used to be away. My sister was very young and obviously I could not share my worries with her. It felt like I was left alone in the sea of sorrows. I could not eat. I could not sleep. I could not concentrate on my studies. I could not control my thoughts and worries. I always used to think about my cousin, as how life changed for her at such a young age. Then my cousin underwent a major surgery and it was successful fortunately. The whole family was happy and so was I but I kept thinking about life in general, as how a person who looks so healthy can suddenly fall sick. Anything could happen to anyone at any time.