Posting after a long time.
Its my sleeping time. Resting on the bed with my eyes wide open lookin towards the ceilling. Thinking of my father. Sometimes, (or rather always) I feel that may be I am the reason of his death. This regret will haunt me life long. Doctors had suggested me to go for his Angioplasty to open his heart blockage, but I didn't have faith in that as Angioplasty was just a temporarily solution. Father could survive for 1 year or 5 year or not even 1 year. The cost was 1.25 Lakh. Now when I try to recall those days, I find it very difficult to realise what prevented me to go for his Angioplasty. Was that really my distrust or the money. I always ask this question to myself but get no satisfactory answer. Life has become difficult with such a burden of guilt.
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