Weird Thoughts

I am indisposed for the last three days. Hints of body ache, lack of stamina, and bouts of shiver once or twice a day sum up the symptoms.

Nothing serious.

Luckily the last two days were holidays. I took rest. Perhaps too much of it. It was difficult to sleep at night. I battled with weird thoughts, and finally succumbed to them. Suppose I die of this seemingly simple illness. I am sure, my wife will be able to manage. Rather than her being defeated by circumstances, I have seen her emerging victorious from most of them. My son is more matured than I am, and will be able to handle the situation tactfully. My daughter will be able to continue her education, thanks to some unselfish support from her brother.

So, I can die in peace.

I lived a very ordinary life. A selfish life. I do not think I did unqualified favours to anyone. No eye needs to be wet when I kick the bucket. And no good deeds need to be deferred in my memory.

Sometimes I feel that though I could not do wonders in the present life, I will try and help people as a ghost! A true defeatist.
Finally, sleep overcame thoughts. I got up the next day, alive.