Chapter 21Oh, could we weep,
And weeping bring relief!
But life asks more than tears
And falling leaf.
—“Nurse No Long Grief’ by Christina Roseti.
Yes, Aashi was blind. Blind, without any hope of reprieve. She just didn’t know it yet, lost in a dense slumber that she still was.
But Abhi wasn’t asleep. He hadn’t been able to taste that palliative since her accident.
Aashi lay unconscious on the hospital bed and he could do nothing but sit quietly and watch, letting his fingers have the liberty to hold hers tight in their grasp. Sometimes a tear escaped the bonds of his tired eyes, but that was alright too. She could not see and there was no one else in the room.
He gently lifted up Aashi’s hand and touched it to his lips, letting its smoothness rest against his cheek. Several moment
