Snapshots of people he care for were flashing one after another. His mother. His late father. He could feel the air being sucked out of his lungs. There was no resistance, he neither had energy to resist. It was all happening. And a young beautiful girl with sharp intent eyes. Maya!
Seeing her in his memory was like finding a long lost photograph of something which made a permanent impression on him. It all ended 2 years ago. Since then he could not even remember how she looked. All he rememebered about her was the lessons she taught him about life. Maya!
Ever after his dad died in the road mishap, some sort of darkness crept inside him. He was not able to handle the sudden loss. He could no longer concentrate on his studies and he started avoiding the social part of his life. Maya was their neighbor then. Having heard about him from her mother, she befriended him. He was no more lonely. She visited him daily during the evenings and spent time with him. She taught him about positiveness. The attitude to deal with things no matter what happens in life. She made him realize the important role he should play in keeping his mother happy. She became his motivation and inspiration. She was his angel. But, little did Sireesh know about her suffering from Epilepsy until the irreversible happened. She had a seizure which ended longer than the usual during her sleep, long enough to pull the life out of her. He went to the hospital and saw her, lying lifeless just infront of him. He didn't cry. She was his dad sent angel who taught him about life. And it all ended two years ago.
Sireesh wanted not to close his eyes. A solitary tear trickled down his left cheek and made a mark on the white pillow cover as Maya's voice reciting the lines from Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" reverberated in his ears. He wanted to cry for Maya, but he couldn't. He fell unconscious.