Before The End
My sister Jane is a patient of acute hemophilia. It is a rare genetic disorder in which a person's body does not form platelets, the cells which cause clotting resulting in ceaseless blood loss. I have studied about this disease in my school textbooks but I do not know much about it other than what I witness happening to my sister. She bleeds regularly from her nose and often vomits blood. Her hair is all gone and she considers herself to be ugly.
Jane's illness is not curable but treatable. She lives on the cells transplanted from my body to hers. That is the only reason I was made to be born. When Jane had first shown the symptoms about 12 years back, the doctors immediately advised my parents to mate and give birth to her sibling who could have the same bone-marrow as hers. So, my father gave his sperm to my mother and with the natural process of reproduction in humans, I came into this strange world.
Ever since that day, the 23rd of October, 1997, my body has facilitated a spare part shop for my sister. Blood, DNA samples, antibodies, bone-marrow and so many other tissues and products of my body have been transported to Jane's without any service tax paid to me. It may have been done with Michael as well but his bone-marrow did not exactly match Jane's luckily.
Jane's life has been miserable to admit very honestly. She has never been to school but has received good education from my parents. She spends most of her time in bed or in the hospital and her hobby is just reading. Her illness has changed the life all of us in the family. My Dad has settled with a small desk job turning down the offer of working in San Fransisco, my mom has resigned from the post of Senior Sales Executive in a private firm, my brother feels the most ignored of the lot and spends most of his time with his worthless friends. Actually, he suffered with Dyslexia for quite some time after his birth but that was too small a problem to be considered by my parents in front of Jane's life-taking illness. And as for me, I already described my value to my parents and my sister's life.
I never opposed any of the treatments met to me by my parents who regard me nothing more than a factory manufacturing the cells which keeps Jane alive. This was only because I love my sister whatsoever. I cannot bear to lose her. But today, I have decided to stand against the wishes of my parents. They are asking for one of my kidneys. I may have given it to them as always but when the doctor warned that this might leave me with a life-long "be cautious" tag, I am not going to do it for any sake. After all, I cannot sacrifice my freedom, freedom to jump, dance, eat junk food, party with friends and have many boyfriends for my whole life.
I love Jane a lot. But she has to die, its set and no one can change it whatsoever. We'll also remember her the way she remembers Mark.
Yes, not to forget, Mark was Jane's one and only boyfriend. Surprisingly, he suffered with the same illness as Jane did and they met at the hospital lying on adjacent beds. He was a great guy, handsome, charming, fair, tall and very understanding, the best a girl could ever wish for. They became friends at their first meet and an awesome couple in course of time. I remember Mark taking Jane to her once ever Prom four years back. They had kissed that night as Jane told me on her return. Those days were the only ones when we could see her laugh, play and enjoy like every other teen.
But, the days of joy could not stay along. Mark disappeared just the day after the Prom night. Jane was crushed, heart-broken. Mark betrayed her. But, this was something we thought, not the truth. Only two days later did we know that Mark did not betray Jane but life did betray him. Mark died on the night of the prom due to ceaseless blood loss in his car. This had happened just after he dropped Jane back home. This news was worse for Jane than Mark's treachery. She wept, yelled and almost went mad for days after. But, slowly she did come back to her senses though for no good as she had again lost her rare smile.
You may think that I am very selfish a person to not give my kidney to my own sister and save her life, but one who has to suffers knows it best. No matter what my parents say I would not give a single part more to Jane.
Days have passed and my sister has almost reached her last stage. My mother is mad at me for doing this to my sister. She has slapped me over 15 times and would have slapped more had my father not come to stop her. But, I would not move an inch from my decision. I have got my medical emancipation papers registered and now I legally cannot be forced to transfer any of my body parts against my will. I know my mother won't forgive me for this, may be she would forget that she ever had two daughters but still, I will stick to my thought. I know my Dad will understand me somehow and Michael is too small to know what I have done.
Since she is left with no other option but to see her beloved daughter go, Mom is inside the ward with Jane and is sharing with her, the most of her love and caress. They both need each other the most at the moment.
TODAY..
That date was 25th September, 2008. My sister died that day. All know that it was more or less my fault but what all know is not the complete truth. I have a secret, a secret wish, Jane's last wish. Jane Keitherson, my sister, wanted to die. She wanted to leave this world, the pain it has, but she knew that Mom won't ever let her do this to herself. So, I chose to be the one to do it, to relieve her of her pain, her stress. Though, today my Mom hates me and I live away from my family in an Orphanage, I still love Jane and I know she loves me. This is what, she told me, Before The End.
-Serena.
Rakhi
We are together since the day he was born. I took him in my small hands, my dad supported and help me to held him closer to mine .... he opened his tiny eyes and smiled at me .... I kissed on his cheek, I love you.
He was very protective and possessive about me.
I remembered that day, when he said, 'Maa' for first time. I was so happy ... I called mom quickly ... I danced ... I celebrated that day with my favourite chocolate ... but that was the beginning ... I was happier; when he called me 'Di' for first time ... there was another celebration.
As days passed by, both of us grew older and our relationship too. We used to fight with each other ... irritate each other ... and also love each other ... He used to pull my hair and I used to screw his ear!
He shouts, "MAAAAA, dekhoooo, Di mujhe maar rahi hai!!!!"
We were crazy kids ... our parents frustrated with us ... we used to enjoy their facial expression and laughs. we share a most loveble love-hate relationship in the world ... the relationship of brother-sister.
Years passed ... we grew up and became mature ... we still fought to each other, but not like before ... we are best friend then ... I was his biggest advisor.
Day by day he became a handsome boy, his plus point was his cute dimple smile and his voice ... he was a very good singer. Me, .... yes, only for me, he joined nearby music school ... because, I want to see him as a singer, just like my Shaan. awwwwww, I love Shaan, I had a open-secret crush on him ... he always caught me ... actually interrupted in between me and my Shaan's secret conversation.
His voice was really melodious ... more sweeter than Shaan.
He was an intelligent student ... always grabbed first or second position on the class. My bro ... was an allrounder. Thank you God ... I always thanked him for given me such a sweet brother.
But our nokh-jhok ... leg pull still continued ...
"toooh ... aaj mere bhai ne kitne ladkiyon ko propose kia??"
"DIIIII ... aap bhi na. Aaj rakhi ke din bhi aisi baat kar rahe ho!" He blushed.
OH MY GOD!!!!!! My bro blushed!!!!!
"Isska matlab zarur koi pasand aayi college me. Hmm???"
"haan, Di. par bhi tak maine usse puch nahi."
"toh kab puchega???"
"audition ke baad" he held my hand, "Di, I want to be a BIG singer ... I want to fulfill your dream. Pehle main ek playback kar loon ... phir."
I hug him ... my eyes become moist ... he is the best brother of the world.
Almost two and half months passed ... I just entered my work-world ... and he was second year of college. November 30th was his audition date. We ... means our parents and bro decided to go to Mumbai ... I was trainee then, so it was impossible to manage a week holiday.
I bid them from station.
"I love you Di ... I miss u."
"I miss you too." I hugged him, "accha, sun ... call me first after you reached the station .... and take care of yourself ... and most important, no chatpata khana ... OK!! Mom-dad ... plz be strict with him."
The train whistled.
"bye beta" "bye Di"
"bye ... apna aur mom-dad ka khayal rakhna".
Next day night .... I was waiting for their call. My cell buzzed.
"Diiiiiiiiii ... aap kaisi ho?"
"m fine ... tu kaisa hai ... mom-dad kaise hai?"
Suddenly I heard some sound of firecracker ... "what is the sound?"
"I dont know Di ... may be ' AAAAAAAAAA DIIIIIIIIIIII '"
The call disconnected.
The number you have trying to call is currently switched off.
It passed almost two hours ... I banged my cell on the bed.
Suddenly our landline ringing ... I just snatched the receiver form cradle ....
"Di, are you Gunjan Sharma??? Please, switch on your TV." A very sweet feminine voice from opposite side.
"yes. but who are you? Why- "
" I am your brother's class mate." She disconnected the call.
I rushed.
CST was attacked by two gunmen, one, was later caught alive by the police and identified by eyewitnesses. The attacks began around 21:30 when the two men entered the passenger hall and opened fire, using AK-47 rifles. The attackers killed 58 people and injured 104 others, their assault ending at about 22:45. Security forces and emergency services arrived shortly afterwards. The two gunmen --------------
I knelt down ... I was deaf and dumb ... continue tears wetting my tee ... and searching my family ... my bro ... my life on small scene ' through small scene.
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Two year passed ... today is again Rakhi ... and I stood numb in front of his photo ... he's smiling, his big chocolate brown eyes full with mischief .......
"you miss me Di???"
"yes, I miss you ... I miss you bhai ... I miss you so much."
"dont cry Di. I love you." I feel pair of hand hug me from behind, "I love you Di."
"I love you too."
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