Last Day Of My Life??

It is 6 in the morning and I am suddenly awake with my head hurting real bad. I pick up my phone and write a long text describing the strange dream I just woke up from. As I’m about to send it to my best friend telling how my dreams are getting stranger day by day, I suddenly realize that it wasn’t a dream. It was the truth. The white that had come to take me away from the Land of Living was very much real. To believe it was real I had pinched myself real hard and I can still feel slight piercing pain in my left arm. Flashes of begging one more day to live so that I can say the final goodbyes come back to me.

This realization makes me wide awake. I put aside my phone and take a few deep breaths. What do I do now? How do I say Goodbye? Will they believe me if I say I won’t here few hours later? How will everyone react? Or should I keep it to myself and live the day as normally as I can? Questions like these are bombarding my brain. It will burst now. The clock is ticking and my heart is beating faster every second. I am having a strange sinking feeling in my stomach. Getting a bonus day to live suddenly seem to be bad idea.

I think of everyone I love and care about. My parents and siblings! I long to hug them instantly and tell them how much I love them. But sitting miles apart and thinking they won’t see me again ever, hurts. Even if I try I won’t be able to get home now. My Bestfriend who has been with me since my childhood, doesn’t she deserve to say final goodbye. Then there are friends who are far away who are as important to me as I am to them! And the ones with whom I spend my days? What do I do to make this last day of my life unforgettable for them?

I gulp down a glass of water but it doesn’t ease any of the feelings that I’m going through and a tear escapes. I don’t want to leave them. I think of all the unfinished business that has been procrastinated till today awaiting the tomorrow that will never come. I sit down to make the last “to-do list” of my life.

>>To call home and ask them to come over Skype ASAP
>>Skype again with BFF, with really long chat (I will have to hold back my tears all the time, it gonna be tough)
>>Calling far away friends and apologizing for anything I ever did wrong (I know that will make me sound weird but Tomorrow will give them all the answers)
>>Writing my last letters to everyone important in my life, telling how much lucky I was to have in my life and telling them whatever I never told them (because when speech failed me words were always loyal for written words said the what spoken words couldn’t)
>>Spending as much time I could with the friends, making them laugh (Leaving behind happy memories is always a better option!)
>>Will donate my stuff to the children who need it. (Nothing can be better than seeing someone smile and becoming the reason, before you die!)
>>Writing my last blog-post telling how I spent the last day of my life and biding adieu to the readers.
>>Then finally I will drag my friends to the roof top, and will gaze at the stars till I close my eyes for Eternal Sleep.

There are still so many tasks that I left out of the list not because they weren’t important but these were far more important than those. There are dreams which will now remain unfulfilled forever. There are goals that won’t be achieved. There are regrets unresolved. But it’s ok. I may have not been the been the best but I tried and it is all that matters. Now wasting much time now (because I don’t have much in the first place) I pick up my phone to call home- first task of the day, hoping to do everything in the list. It seems like a game to complete all tasks before alarm goes off, final and forever.

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“Stop now! Time is up!”, said Anukriti strictly, “Show me what you wrote!”
“Nah!”
“Why?”
“Ummm… This isn’t working Anu. I told you it won’t! I just can’t try anymore. Nothing is helping.”
Out of desperation a tear or two escaped and angrily I tore the paper and threw it away. Anukriti has been trying since days to bring back the writer in me, but failing daily. The writer in me has been long gone now with no intentions of returning I think.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time
So, what would you do if you are told that today is the last day of your life? Will you hurriedly attempt to do everything in your bucket list or would you retrospect about life up till now, instead? Your blog post should start with the line, “It is 6 in the morning…”