d the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he

Death strikes its victims in varying forms. Sometimes it takes one unawares. Sometimes it makes one embrace death second by second. It’s not known why a particular kind of person deserves a certain kind of death. It stalks, always; be it in terms of diseases, accidents or any natural or unnatural causes.

I recently lost my beloved maternal uncle and this was a kind of an experience I’m desperate to share with all.

He had only minor ailments like pain in the legs, of course, apart from diabetes and blood pressure. When the pain became continuous and ringing and pinching he was advised to go for treatment in advanced medical institutions. He did accordingly. It was immediately found that all the arteries and blood vessels of his body from waste downwards were completely blocked. Only way was surgery. But then, they found blockage in the heart too and could not operate. Luckily, the heart blockages eased up after angioplasty and he was taken to the operating table for the second time. They cut open the less affected right leg, but even in that they finally failed to operate due to the advanced state. After two months of mental torture my uncle returned home with his family, feeling lost and resigned to fate. The doctors gave some hope, maybe the treatment and the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he f

y lost my beloved maternal uncle and this was a kind of an experience I’m desperate to share with all.

He had only minor ailments like pain in the legs, of course, apart from diabetes and blood pressure. When the pain became continuous and ringing and pinching he was advised to go for treatment in advanced medical institutions. He did accordingly. It was immediately found that all the arteries and blood vessels of his body from waste downwards were completely blocked. Only way was surgery. But then, they found blockage in the heart too and could not operate. Luckily, the heart blockages eased up after angioplasty and he was taken to the operating table for the second time. They cut open the less affected right leg, but even in that they finally failed to operate due to the advanced state. After two months of mental torture my uncle returned home with his family, feeling lost and resigned to fate. The doctors gave some hope, maybe the treatment and the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he

institutions. He did accordingly. It was immediately found that all the arteries and blood vessels of his body from waste downwards were completely blocked. Only way was surgery. But then, they found blockage in the heart too and could not operate. Luckily, the heart blockages eased up after angioplasty and he was taken to the operating table for the second time. They cut open the less affected right leg, but even in that they finally failed to operate due to the advanced state. After two months of mental torture my uncle returned home with his family, feeling lost and resigned to fate. The doctors gave some hope, maybe the treatment and the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he

to the operating table for the second time. They cut open the less affected right leg, but even in that they finally failed to operate due to the advanced state. After two months of mental torture my uncle returned home with his family, feeling lost and resigned to fate. The doctors gave some hope, maybe the treatment and the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he

d the new medicines could work and he might get better.

It was only the third day after his return home. Since the previous day he was feeling a little more energetic. He was moving around, doing his errands and making tea himself. On the fateful day too he got up early, shaved and had a hearty breakfast. Then he felt stiffness in his right leg.

As the stiffness was creeping upwards he decided to inform the doctors and called his brother-in-law who is a doctor himself home. Slowly whole of his right leg became stiff and lifeless. The stalker crept on relentlessly and his right hand too became lifeless. Whole of his right side was now paralyzed. To relieve his anxiety the relatives made him some tea and he sipped it managing with his left hand. But he knew what was happening to him and so called his elder brother, “I’m paralyzed on my right side. I just wanted to inform you.” Then he broke down and cried helplessly. The march of death went on. He could no longer sit properly. He had a blood vomiting and then crashed. The stalker made sure that he was still conscious and responding by opening of eyes and feeble movement of his left hand. The doctors advised a CT scan and finally he was taken to a hospital in the nearest city. Nothing could stop the stalker. He died later of a massive brain hemorrhage.

Let him be Ramen Sarma of a remote town called Nazira in Assam, a state of North Eastern India or let him be someone in the most advanced medical home of the most progressive United States; man is finally rendered helpless before this stalker. The only question is why