With You, Without You 8 "Will My Life Be Worth?"

There were three men in the room. One of them was lying on the bed. It seemed – he was sleeping soundly, almost forgetting the existence of the world. The faint and rare movements confirmed - he is alive. But a keen eye can easily tell, though the person seems to be resting, it's not seem to be normal. The lines of his face seems to gotten prominent abruptly for some reason and the marks of agony all over the dull face, the signs of internal fights made the owner extremely exhausted. So, the face certainly wore little relaxation, mostly the lack of powers.

Beside him, A middle aged man was sitting on the chair sleeplessly with deep absorbed face. He was obviously tired as well, but forgot to care. The disheveled hair and fatigued body although deserved some rest, but the frantic alert mind didn't allow them. The expressions in the eyes had become still and blank, movements got calmer – not because the person at his side is safe, but because he felt, he was repeating the experiences.

The third person in room was the most active person among them. Unlike the other two, looked extremely worried with awesome att.i.tudes. Perhaps the reason was – not only he was worried about the person lying there, but also the person, who's gaze absolutely fixed on that person. He was constantly praying in mind and s.h.i.+fting eyes on, between the father and son. In this house of silence, apart from the sounds of the clock, he was also hearing light sounds of his own heartbeat. He only hoped – the night ends quickly, and the light of the dawn also washes away this ominous black curse!

It was three o'clock of the morning. The time of the sinister dark period of the night. This period had been proven wicked to the history of human evenly. The breaths became more heavy, bodies became more stiff, the weights on the mind became more unbearable. As the fidgetiness of running away from that exceedingly suffocating environment getting more and more stronger, the third person – who were apparently looking as someone from the lower status, comparing the rest, stood up silently after holding a long breath. He came forward towards the middle aged men and spoke low and gently – "Master, although little master is not in the great situation yet, but it not seem to be alter for more worse for now. Also, he will not wake up soon. You have been exaggerating your health with worries since few days. It's not good for your body either. Why not you go and get some rest? If little master wakes up, I will inform you immediately." Though he suggested, but was not very expectant for the same. He hoped, but couldn't force. So, he only stood there, waiting for the answer.

As expected, there was no movement for a while. The requested person remained in the same posture, even without blinking his eyes. After a while, when he thought of returning not expecting anymore for the answers, Mr. Yogi suddenly spoke up – "Hari, do you think the sins from my past life is never going to end?"

Hari turned back to his master. He glanced at him one more time – there was still that void gaze. He took a moment, then replied carefully like before "master has always a beautiful soul. From the day, I have known to master, master never had wanted to hurt anyone or done anything wrong. Always helped others. I believe, in his previous life too, he has been clear."

Mr. Yogi laughed weakly in self mockery, then asked " can you tell me, if I have to spend all my life only like this or my life alone can be worth to be able to preserve the remaining! Tell me! If you can answer me this, I will give you anything you want!"

Hari become speechless for a moment. Although some distressed reaction was expected, but this has become a little too far. The voice was calm, but the level of turbulence was clear.

There are two kind of situation present in the world. If a person is reacting under, being impatient and unsettled state of mind, then they are much easy to handle. After the shock of the first strike subsides, even the things lingers – they become less excitable. But if a person is harboring a feeling for a long period of time – they become more calm and att.i.tudes become more firm. They are really hard to convince! In regarding of perspective the two situations can be described as the Drunken state and the much-sobered state. In the first case, a person losses the stability of his mind completely, in the flow of the intense in course of circ.u.mstances. In the second case, although they seem to behave more as usual, they too lack stability of their mind. The difference is that they acc.u.mulates more reasons for their actions, naturally as a result of chronicity of the causes. They loses the ability to recognize themselves as "Unstable", instead they feel very much certain about their actions and decisions as they can the things before them in clear. Whereas, the actual fact is that, the things they feel to see clear – they are already covered up with faulty images. But they rather decides to believe pretentious world in the slightest hope of escaping and turning the crude and cruel reality.

As he knew the reason, he can only think of it silently. The cause is really ghastly. So he too was ardent in worry.

"Although the night seems too long and scary, Master should not forget that, it's only the night. No matter how hard it seem to be, it has to end. Little master was lucky for once, I certainly believe he will be fine this time too."

"Luck?" Mr. Yogi laughed in ridicule, "it has never really favoured me. I am tired, to expect anything from it now." said spiritlessly.

"Even though, Mater should believe in Little Master. He never turned you down." Hari tried his best to comfort, even though he himself was not the comfortable position.

Mr. Yogi didn't reply. He only continued to stare on that unconscious body. Deep down he couldn't help to wish that, the person really not turn him down. He didn't dare to hope from his own life, but he really wanted to get the hopes from his son – even the slightest is okay.