The spin in vision was all too sudden. Not altogether unfamiliar, but vicious in its attack. In the next second, her forehead hit the wall, in the next she fell like a heap on the floor, the second before she lost her consciousness she could felt blood trickling down her face.
When she came to, her husband was by her side. He had placed her head on his lap and was wiping her face with a wet cloth while crying quietly, uncontrollably. ' Monu is on his way', he said to her. ' We'll wait until he gets here'.
And that was how we found them. A ninety three year old man on the floor with his eighty four year old wife's head on his lap, wiping her face with a blood soaked towel. Neither able to get up, move or even shift positions without help. Waiting for a helping hand.
The sheer agony and helplessness of old age.
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Old age seems scarier than death.
it is a condition worse than death. it is bad in summer when its hot and humid and worse during the rains when its cold and clammy. old bones, tired nerves and erring synapses....death would be a relief.
A grand-aunt of mine...(dad's aunt) was recently diagnosed with cancer...she has no children, her husband who is about 85 years old has abandoned her out of senility or sheer irresponsibility..she was taken to mumbai from chennai where she used to live with her husband for almost 60 years..she is now looked after by other relatives..sometimes I feel my father and grandmother were blessed..in having found relief so easily and so fast..
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