the trauma...

It was just an ordinary Wednesday morning when, as everyday, I woke up before my alarm rang. Switched off the alarm, and looked at him... he had slept with me today, and was still under the sheets... he looks cute while sleeping. Just gave my baby a small pat on the back and I went to bathroom. had a nice refreshing bath. I was thinking of having bread and cheese for breakfast, but then settled just for an apple.
As I was getting all dressed-up and ready for office, I noticed that he had not even stirred from his sleep, that was weird. I went near him, he was still beneath the duvet, and I shook him. he opened his eyes, I smiled at him. but he didn't. There was nothing in his eyes, no life, just a cold blank. But I knew he could see me, he was still breathing.
I was shaken to my inner core on realizing that it was just yesterday night I got his new medicines. I didn't know what do to. Tried waking him up, shaking him, calling his name... but nothing happen, he kept staring at void space.
I knew I had to act fast. I took him with me to the "licensed practitioners". They quickly started examining him. I kept staring at everyone. Needless to say, I was paranoid. I kept asking them, what was the matter, was he alright, was anything serious. But no answer.
After some time one of the practitioners asked me, what did he have the last thing. And I told them all about the new medicine. The shock on their face was enough for me to break into cries, but I held on... they started discussing something, and I couldn’t understand a word... I still kept asking will he be alright.

One of them came to me and gave me the most shocking news I had ever heard...he said they could revive him, save him, but he will never be the same again, he has to be brain-washed.

No memories of me, no memories of himself, of anybody. The thought was atrocious. I screamed inside my head. I asked them to save him.
They said they had to operate at once. And that dreadful red bulb outside their chamber glowed. I had nothing to do but wait.

Alone, in that narrow corridor. Each second was eternity. I kept looking at my watch, tried to sneak a peek through that small glass window on the door, but couldn’t see anything. Started pacing up and down the corridor, remembering each moment we had spent together... each day... each night...
He was my true friend, was always there with me. Last weekend, on Friday night we stayed up till 4 am in morning listening to all the favorite rock songs and head-banging!

The meek smile, which this sweet memory had bought, was washed away as the chamber door opened. A helper guy came out, he told that me, that had found an anti-biotic and they were hoping that it might work and the damage would be minimal.
I started praying that instant. A small ray of hope... just felt the strength of this small ray and felt what this really meant. Now the wait even more painful, because anything could happen and I just wanted that ray to shine.
And after 45 mins... they came out and told me that the anti-biotic, that drug had worked... and he was fine...........
It took few seconds for this news to sink-in. I smiled meekly again. All the happy memories started flowing in again.
I took him in my arms... He was looking me smiling and so much full of life...
The practitioner called me in... and told me that this situation was close... but this could happen again, and next time they might not be able to help me.

So I promised to myself, when I go home the first thing I am going to do is... Install Nero and take the full back-up.
Moral: Always have back-up; you never know when Windows will crash! And your laptop will have to be brain-washed.

I love my Laptop!