ode to the death of a "Just another person"

What can you say bout a lady tht just died?That she wasnt all that gorgoeus,almost always shied away from a conversation, and would've been my teacher?

Dhanya,passed away at the age of 27,still a sapling to the Earth,desires unheard, and battling it to the end. She wasnt really anyone to me. I've never seen her. She was just another character out of my mom's work stories. Her dad and my mom used to work at the same SBT branch.

Remarkably it so happened that after all these years, I happened to pick the same branch of engineering at the very same college. So then why would I spent my time on a seemingly meaningless note? The very answer lies in the truth that I dont want to be writing this. I would've loved it if she would have been in her home studying as she always did for her Mtech classes.

An year ago she had been taken to the lakeshore hospital, as a cancer patient. It started as a mole on her body. Just another skin disease we all seem to get. Or so everyone thought.
The doctor got suspicious and sent her for check-up and soon it was confirmed.

There were stages in the treatment when she had it real tough.

After her graduation from CU she had tried the 'gate' exams and then started working at the college as a guest lecturer.In 2008 she had joined the Mtech dept in the same college.

Life went on, until a month ago when mom called me up to tell that Kunjukunju uncle's daughter had been discharged and she had shown a remarkable resistance to the cancer. She had been declared 100% free of cancer. A miracle.

Joy.Merry.And then the collapse at the Dept of Electronics. She was rushed to hospital but the doctors soon informed that her cancer had spread to different organs and there was no chance to save her. she had to wait for what was the eventuality.

She dint allow any visitors in the last few days. She dint want their sympathy. It was said she suffered pain,especially in the nights but wouldn't allow her dad to shift her to hospital. She lost her voice and had to write down her final few words.

And she died. With little fuss and all the love. Things had gotten worse and she had been taken to the hospital.

I have nothing to more to add to this note.it so happens that many a million die every second. I know not what will happen to me tomorrow. But I do know why my eyes are moist and it aint just the lack of sleep.

I wonder if the doctors were right in giving her false hopes? Did she have the best two days in her life? Or did the person, who had showed incredible willpower to endure the pain, finally give in ,after she realized that the doctors had been lying? I don't know. Not that I ever will! But one thing is for sure! She wanted to live..