The Untold Sorry

He was in a great anger after he had a fight with his mother that morning. No child is born with a right to abuse his mother, the one who once confronted that precious life in her womb. His wife was standing behind him when he lifted his hand before his mother in an effort to slap her. A drop of tear went on slipping on the cheeks from mother’s wet eyes as she closed her eyelids. His face was deep red as that of blood. He took his bag, put on his shades and headed towards his office aggressively. He didn’t make his way to office that day, switching off his phone and made his mind to leave his house and live in a small flat with his wife and son. He spent that day finding a perfect BHK flat for a family of three. When he reached his home at evening, he found his place to be solace. Nobody was at home. Later he came to know after inquiring in the neighborhood that his mother got her right side paralyzed since he left for office in the morning. That thing was unexpected, he rushed to the hospital. As soon as he reached there, he ran towards the operation theatre where his mother was lying on a bed covered with a white cloth. Her condition was very critical. She was in an emergency ward fighting with her death consistently.

He was very moved, finding his mother in such situation. He turned back to the corridor with tears about to flow from his eyes. He was the one who was responsible for the situation present there. He was very low even to regret for what her mother was going through. He was in a state of being miserable. His wife showed compassion to him. He realized his mistake and decided to apologize for it to his mother. But he couldn’t say a single word. He started writing a short SORRY note addressing her with a pray on his lips for the betterment of her health. He was actually begging the life to get the time rewind back so that he could have changed the entire arisen situation. He was writing when the doctor came out from the OT and told him that she had lost her memory completely and would not be able to walk. He sensed the feeling of emotional shock caused by the news. His eyes kept looking at the doctor, his hands frozen, the writing stopped and the pen remained straight in his fingers. His grief was seen in his hands with the rough and dry texture of his fingers, a grief that his note of “Sorry” remained untold.