I had once again found the long lost taste of my favourite Butterscotch Cornetto ice-cream. Honestly speaking, it isn't my favourite, it is my father's favourite...nno it WAS my father's favourite.
It was the night of 29 August, a day before my birthday when Dad died. We had just come home after watching a movie and everything was quite normal and all. It was a late night show so we reached home by 2 am. Then we had some apples and drank the mango milkshake my mother makes. I love it more than any other thing on Earth. Not only because I love mangoes, but also because my sweet mom made it. However, I have stopped drinking that for it reminds me of my Dad. I have got horrifying of his death. I still can't believe he was sleeping right next to me when he died. I didn't even realise I was sleeping with the corpse of my father.
In the middle of the night, I heard some noises. I woke up but still very sleepily with half eyes closed, I inquired about the noise to my father. No answer but the sound didn't cease. "Dad. Dad, hey! What's wrong?" I shouted in anxiety. "Oh! You're snoring. "You freaked me out," I sighed in relief. I slept again. Six o'clock in the morning, the alarm rang. I asked Dad to snooze it since it was on his side. "Dad, please. I'm still asleep," I lazily requested in my ordering tone. The alarm still rang, louder and louder and as its volume increased, I held my pillow tighter and tighter over my ears.. That was enough. I woke up and stopped the alarm. I was mow going to trouble my Dad and get him out of his sweet dreams. I was calling out to him and shaking him so much that even a dead person would wake up to senses. I shook him like a centrifuge shakes test tubes and the way a fierce doctor shakes medicines. It was as if there was absolutely no cell of his that wasn't moving. I switched on the lights and when I turned to see my Dad, I saw that froth was coming oozing out of his mouth. I screamed and called my mother. She came running frantically and phoned an ambulance. It was too late then. Dad was already dead.
It's surprising to know how an ice-cream can bring back memories from the past. The nostalgia surrounding an ice-cream can be so strong; who knew that?
