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“P Ram Mohan Rao?” he said.
I stood up.
“Any other attendants here?”
He beckoned me to follow him. I packed my laptop in and started after him. He didn’t say a thing. I didn’t ask.
As I walked towards dad’s bed, a man in a dark shirt and trousers and wearing flip flops look at me and walk away, past me. I thought he was another attendant. I saw two nurses fiddling with the pipes and cables connected to dad. I didn’t understand what was going on.
“What is happening sister?”
One of the nurses looked up and signaled me to ask the person that just walked past me.
“Is he the duty doctor?”
I walked behind him and said “Excuse me doctor. What is going on?”
The 4 words will ring in my ears for the rest of my life.
“We are declaring him”
It took me a couple of seconds to register.
My father has died.
I turned back towards the bed. The nurses had left.
I walked to his side. His eyelids were partly open. His mouth was open. His head was tilted back. It could’ve been any other time, any other day. He was sleeping. Any time now he could snore. I touched his hands and feet. I stood there – emotional and emotionless at the same time.
It was over.