When Sanchit returned to the room, the nurse had brought some porridge and placed it before Myra. "I am not hungry…" Myra was pleading.
"Nevertheless, have it," said Sanchit. "You haven't eaten in two days. Your body has become weak." – he brought the spoon to her mouth. Myra took the spoon from him and filled her mouth with the porridge.
"That's better" – said Sanchit. Then to the nurse, he said – "You may go for now. I'll call when she is done."
The nurse nodded and left. Myra ate slowly and Sanchit poured some water for her.
"Lot of things have happened since past two days." – he placed the glass on the lap-tray and sat on the bed. "You were unconscious the whole day. Even though the doctor said you would be fine, I was still scared. That's when I realized the enormity of the situation. How taxing it must be for you? I decided it was time to put things right."
