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GOD GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE

It’s another morning and I have to go to the office as usual.  But why didn’t she give me my morning cuppa tea? 

Yes, today’s paper is right here but who opened the obituary columns on page 8? 

What the hell, this is my picture in the Obituary column. But what is my photo doing here, I am alive and I called my wife. 

Nobody listened. Nobody came. What the hell’s going on? 

Where is my mobile, I will give her a call. I remembered, it was kept in the next room. 

Funny, but one sec., – what had happened last evening? The doctor had said that I had a gastric problem for which I took medicines and slept. Yes I had a sound sleep. 

And now it’s morning. What time is it? Shit, it’s 10.00AM. And I still have to get dressed, plus an hour’s drive through lousy traffic to the office. 

Where the hell is everyone? Why didn’t she listen when I had called? 

And what is this commotion in the next room? I wondered. 

So many people were there. Some of them were crying and those two people standing by the side of the sofa, smiling while whispering something? 

Strange, everything looked strange. 

And, Oh my God, I am lying there on the sofa? 

I shouted at the top of my voice, I am here, but nobody listened. ‘Look at me’, I shouted again. But again no one paid attention. 

They were busy looking at me on the sofa.  I went back to my bed room. 

“Am I dead?” I asked myself.  Where is my wife, my children, my mom-dad, my friends? 

I found them in the other room, all of them were crying, trying to console each other. 

My wife was crying and  she was  looking sad. 

My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying as his mom was sad. What will he do? His education is still half-way through. 

How can I go just like this?  I have so many things to attend to. I have to tell him that I care for him. 

How can I go without telling my wife that she is so beautiful and most caring wife in this world? 

How can I go without telling my friends that life was so wonderful in their presence and had to thank them for their valued support. 

I had still to tell those two idiots smiling in the corner that I would have broken their jaws which I couldn’t do, because of official considerations. 

I can also see a person standing in the corner, trying to hide his tears. 

Oh… he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part ways, but love has it’s roots. And I went close to him to say how sorry I was about that incident and tried to shake hands with him, but no response. 

It seems he is not able to see me. Am I really dead, oh God. 

Now, who is this fellow bringing flowers and holding some clothes in his hand? Nobody ever gave me flowers during my life time. Why now? 

And there was the sound of the vehicle entering the gate. Oh, it was the ambulance to take me away to the cremation ground. 

Oh God, please just give me few more days to wind up the mess.” 

Now she will have to take care of the household problems. How will she manage? 

I just sat down near ME; I felt like crying. 

My wife entered  the room, she looked beautiful.  “You are beautiful,” I shouted. 

She didn’t hear my words, in fact, she never heard me. 

I wasn’t given time enough to tell my wife, my parents, my friends, how much I loved them.  “God!” I screamed, I wanted a little more time. Why did this have to end so abruptly?  I cried.

One more chance please, to hug my child, to say sorry to my friends for things I couldn’t do for them, and convey my thanks to them for being a part of my life. 

Then I looked up and cried.  I shouted.”God! One more chance please”. 

“You shouted in your sleep,” said my wife as she gently woke me up. “Did you have a nightmare?” 

I was sleeping, thank God I was alive and all was just a dream. 

My wife was there and finally she could hear me.  The grand-pa clock struck six. 

This was the happiest moment of my life. 

I hugged her and whispered,”You are the most beautiful and caring wife in this whole world.” 

 “Thank you God for this second chance”.

Ravi Matah.