It was the mid of November when I suddenly discovered myself in a pool of depression and probably that was the time when I first started increasing the dose of my sleeping pills...

Depression is a side effect of dying and dying is a side effect of cancer...The medications go on to inhibit the exciting functions of oncogenes while accelerating the thoughts of dying within me...

The therapy was a bit coarse that evening and I felt more distressed than the other days...It was not only the therapy but also the occurrence that took place before a day...Itouched the cold finishing of the window pane and stared blankly at the vast sky...I remembered the midnights I spent in talking with him ignoring my severe headache...The times When I used to smile all through the day just waiting for the night to arrive because it was the only spare time he got to talk with me...We never talked face to face neither we had any conversation over phone but the countless emotional messages we had was more than any face to face had emotion,an unspoken unknown one that bounded us together...I was probably the stupidest person because I hid the most beautiful feeling ever I had..LOVE!

The hot garlic bread was chilled now as a result of its long wait for its owner to eat it...I didn't even care about the chilled wind that blew and made me shiver...Unknowingly this wind had something in it,some aroma or some call of someone I long to see,&I Only wanted to see him...

All of a sudden my head started spinning and like every time I screamed for my mom,She was in the kitchen chopping some onions...She came running and hold me by my shoulder..."What happened Shree?Kya hua?"

I couldn't utter anything but just held my head tightly with the palms and she hugged me and took me to my bed...

What the hell the therapy does?I still have the headache that kills and still my parents keep spending bucks And bucks over the stupid chemo!

I practically understood the fact of my non curable disease...I knew that my blood corpuscles are freaking functionless idiots!I had the rare hope to live which he snatched away...He even took away my smile my life along with himself...

My mom was patting my back and restless moving her hands on my forehead in order to calm me down...

After a while I felt better and settled in the bed and closed my eyes silently...

Mom asked worriedly,"Should I call your dad dear?Does it hurt too much?"

Gosh!damn it!Yes it hurts because the 4th stage of cancer is not pleasant and it really hurts because the person I loved left me to die without any reason...yes mom it hurts!

I know it hurt you and dad too,I know you both spend all day in just a thought of me,in just a thought of saving your hopeless daughter's temporary life...So I control...

I nodded silently saying it's ok mom...I'm hurts...

Mom smiled a bit and asked me politely,"Medicines?You need sleep Shree"

I nodded again and she handed me a pill from that strip..

I gestured her with my fingers to give me two...She did not say anything but gave me another one...

I took them in a gulp and lied back..

Soon I was drifted in a deep sleep,the thing I needed most...

A/N:As you all understand this story has got contents from "The fault in our stars" which is actually my favourite book...Well it has my own thoughts too...

Just a qstn to everyone..is it okay if I write it in English totally bcz I think English suits here the best...

Thank you for reading...Srija.