A morbid tale

It seemed to me like another world. I never wanted to visit the place. For one, i was scared. But it turned out to be a seriously transforming experience, left a lasting impression on me. A little gal sitting on one of the beds caught my attention. She had a certain presence that i could not ignore. I walked straight to her. She was pretending to read a comic book while from the corner of her pretty eyes peeked at the dark red roses and chocolates i was carrying. I sat next to her and offered her a rose which she refused to accept. I tried to strike up a conversation with her. She refused to answer and kept looking at the chocolates. I gave up on the idea of having a conversation with her. I left a bar of chocolate next to her pillow and started to leave.Just then she spoke up, i heard her say "Thank you". I turned back and smiled at her and talked to her for sometime. She was indeed a bright child and some of her answers were so brilliant that i wondered if was talkin to a 12 yr old.I had to leave,i had distribute roses to the other children too. Quickly i asked her what she wanted from life. "Life" she answered.The little child was suffering from Cancer.I cursed myself for having asked her such a silly question.Ileft the place immediately.I did not have the courage to look at her charming face and twinkling eyes again. I left never to retun.

Death is an inevitable aspect of life and cannot be avoided or altered.For a diseased person its life that gets more ardous and painful.As someone right put it- Life is short, live it to the fullest extent.In this fast paced world nobody has time for the other .Everybody is busy sorting out their own problems.In the end all that matters is how we have lived and what we have done.So - Live and let live :)