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His Wait For Forgiveness



She woke up out of the comma exactly after five silent years.

A lot had changed. Everything seemed so different. So many people that were in her life had moved on. Only her father stayed.

She and her mother were returning back from the airport after seeing off her father who had one last official visit to make before he hung up his Naval Uniform after 30 years of service.

She lost her mother in that car accident.

There was a knock at her door. Her father had gone to get her some medicines.

“Please come in,” she said.

A middle aged man with a grayish beard entered with an uneasy smile. He was wearing a stained coat and a well ironed trouser with a neat white shirt. He was carrying a bouquet of handpicked roses.

She tried to recognize him but was sure she had not met him earlier.

“Hello. How are you doing,” he said gently and she could feel the shivering in his voice.

“Well, thank you sir. I am doing fine I guess,” she replied still not sure who he was. “I am sorry, but I am finding it difficult to recollect if I know you.”

He placed the bouquet of roses on her bedside. He clasped his hands together.

“I am sorry for you. I am sorry for your mother. I am sorry for your family’s loss. If you could, please forgive me,” he said with teary eyes.

“I am the one who was driving the truck that hit your car.”

Suddenly, she woke up from her dream.

She finally woke up from her comma after five silent years. His father was still besides her.

There was a bouquet of handpicked roses on her bedside.



His soul had waited for five years to beg for her forgiveness.



  1. September 21, 2012 at 11:20 pm

    Sad, but very sensible!

    • September 21, 2012 at 11:23 pm

      …and I did so hard to keep it short.

      • September 21, 2012 at 11:24 pm

        I could make that out! 🙂

  2. drsuraiyanasim
    September 22, 2012 at 12:37 am

    Profound….very touching.
    A long wait came to a fulfilling end. Very well-written.

    • September 22, 2012 at 10:33 am

      Thank you so very much ji !

  3. September 22, 2012 at 2:26 am

    Very delicately portrayed piece.. I loved it thoroughly !

  4. September 22, 2012 at 12:10 pm

    delicately said! profoundly expressed and felt.

    • September 22, 2012 at 2:02 pm

      Thank you ma’am !

  5. Pawan Hira
    September 23, 2012 at 1:55 am

    Intense play. A short clip I see, Prashant.
    It is cared in your bouquet of words, where you know how to pitch the intricate moments with a right attitude.

    • September 23, 2012 at 9:32 am

      ..and in my brother’s words I find the meaning. Thanks bhai

  6. September 24, 2012 at 2:32 am

    I’m deeply moved. Yes, forgiveness, asked or given, especially both, is what all the heartache is worth coming to.

    • September 24, 2012 at 9:53 am

      Sometimes we seek forgiveness…sometimes forgiveness would seek us

      • September 24, 2012 at 4:16 pm

        Yes, both change everything.The “criminal”, disease, cease to exist. We don’t see it anymore. We can no longer experience it. Peace is left.
        Really appreciate your work, Prashant.

      • September 24, 2012 at 5:06 pm

        …and I humbly thank you for your support.

      • September 24, 2012 at 11:42 pm

        back at you!

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