The desk looked as it used to be! Everything was in the same place, the pens, the papers, the photo of her beloved, the single pink rose in the vase..... Yet, something was missing! The smell of her, her touch, her feel... It had all disappeared, with her.... into nothingness...
The dust on the neat desk was the only proof that she was missing and only he knew what it really meant! When a dear one leaves forever without saying goodbye.... He used to fight with the twinkling stars every night for taking her away! And then he would think, "the lovely, petite thing that she was, in all probability she could be the star!" Of course, he could'nt fight with his little one.
Born to a pauper, she had no other fate and unfortunately the thalessemia she had would not let her live for long.... He tried everything in the book to resurrect her, to bring her to life when she just lay still one morning and would not even stir to go to school.
He thought it was her usual drama of not going to school, he kept waiting and waiting for her to come out of the house to go to school. It wasn't easy convincing her ever! Cos just like her mother she had an agile mind too.... She would keep coming with new excuses to avoid school....
Her mom had left them when she could not bear the hunger any more, shewith her shrewd intelligence had decided to go back to her parents where she would atleast get more than the two meals that she barely got.
Anyway, he thought, mornings are the worst times to think of her mom! Nothing would be the same ever! But it really did get a little difficult at times with a thalessemic daughter who refused to go to school and his boss burning his neck down....
There was no end to it, he thought and went inside.... He called out "Angel" once, twice, thrice n the fourth time! It was getting to him... He went and started to shake her awake when he realised she was stone cold.... He checked for her breath and stared at her in disbelief... His Angel was no more, she really had gone away for ever and ever....
He was shattered.... Till today he kept living to repay his debts, all the debts to keep Angel alive... They were all over just like the purpose of his life... He watched her desk till his eyes went moist. There was nothing to live for, he realised bitterly.
He had decided now that there was no point living any more. As he signed his testament, he tok a swig of the silver liquid in the bottle.... His intestines were on fire as the mercury went down each inch of it... Smiling, he thought now he would be with his Angel, in a world which does not ever have the word "lack"!
