Technically this isn't an ode, it's just a reminiscence.
The person isn't dead. She is just in a coma.
It's been little more than a year. Not too long a period, one might say, to build a really intimate relationship, but it sure was sufficient for me and her. I had started loving her the moment I saw her enchanting figure for the first time. Her glamorous exteriors, her speed, her sleek looks and he mesmerizing sounds got me mystified in no time. And thus began a sweet relationship that I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Many a dark moment has been lightened up by her presence. Many a depressing evening has been cheered up by her existence. There are so many memories from the past one year that revolve around her. The movies that we watched , the songs that we sang, the codes that we ran, the papers that we read, the games that we played, the chats that we had with people, the voip calls that we made! The list is endless!
She was the cause of awe among friends. She was the cause of jealousy among enemies. And then, suddenly, one fateful evening, she just stopped. Her life, we found out, was on a halt. I went to the doctors here, but they charged fortunes to treat her. Why don't I get a new one instead, they suggested. How could I? How could I possibly throw her away? Throw away someone who has been so special to me in the last twelve months or so!
I'll get her treated properly.
She isn't dead. She's only in a coma.
Once she gets proper treatment she'll be up on her feet.
I'm sure!
