I used to call Sunaina daily, so that she may not feel all alone. But her voice clearly had a tinge of pain. She was missing me, for sure. I assured her every time that I would soon be with her. I had asked the doctor to discharge me a day before her bandages were supposed to be opened. I got discharged in the morning. Straightaway, I went to her room. Her mother was combing her hair. They had been talking about what all they would so, once her bandages got removed. I approached closer. Silently, her mother left us alone in the room. I slowly took her hand in my hands, and she giggled, hugged me tighter. She said, she won't speak...