The doctor said he died of heart attack.
Yesterday, he was a software manager. He made coffee the first thing in the morning and reached office exactly at 9:50. The cafeteria breakfast closes by 10. He ordered his usual. He had his second coffee right after. His third was during a presentation. His fourth was right after lunch. He had his tenth coffee of that day before leaving the office.
No one knows this except her. She could even tell the reason behind his each cup. Like how the third one is because he was bored. Or the fourth was because he hated lunch. Or how the tenth helped his headache.
But she wasn’t around anymore was she? If she was, she would’ve told him that the coffee would kill him. That’s the first thing he has heard her say for as long as he remembered. It was her way of saying I love you.
But no. They said he died of heart failure. As though his heart was tired of pumping blood and decided to give up. No one makes a fuss when you’re old and dead. It’s how everything is supposed to be they say. When you’re old, it’s your time to go.
But no one knows. No one knows that he stopped reading newspaper because it was something they used to do together. No one knows that he doesn’t listen to Ilayaraja songs anymore because she used to sing them. No one knows that he stopped wearing blue shirts because they were her favourite.
They said he died of heart attack.
If you had asked him, he would’ve told- he went along with her ten years back.
He had died of heart break a long time ago and this was just his body giving up.
