Memoirs !!!!

"You Know I had always felt that you love Chintan more than me. He was the younger one and you had always sheltered him, pampered him and Me...I would just be jealous, sad and crave for your love. But then, as they say, we daughters are daddy's girls and I had dad around me." Ruchi said to her Mother while remembering her childhood.  "You know how everyone said that I looked more like daddy and less like you? I somehow did not like it. I had always secretly admired your beauty. Your deep eyes, that magnetic smile, the soft skin and the long hair...I wanted them all. I wanted so very much to be like you...Infact you!" Ruchi continued.  "I remember the day of my wedding when you were dressing me up. The pride in your eyes to see me all dressed up as a bride. Wearing your bangles and the earrings on my wedding day was a very special moment Mom. It felt as if you and not your jewelry is with me helping me take that plunge and easing the transition." she ...

The hospital was unusually quiet that bleak December evening, quiet and still, like the breeze before a storm. Pooja stood in the nurse's station on the seventh floor and glanced at the clock. It was 9 Pm.   She threw a stethoscope around her neck and headed for room number 709, the room which had a new patient, Mr. Sharma. A man alone. A man strangely silent about his family. As she entered the room, Mr. Sharma looked up eagerly, but dropped his eyes when he realized it was only his nurse. Pooja pressed the stethoscope over his chest and listened. Strong, slow and even beating. Just what she wanted to hear. There seemed little indication that he had suffered a mild heart attack a few hours earlier.  Mr. Sharma looked up from his bed with the starched white sheets and said in a week voice "Nurse would you..?" He hesitated, tears filling his eyes. She touched his hand, waiting.  "Would you call my daughter? Tell her that I've had a heart attack. A slight one. You...