It was just another day for her and the dawn of the new year did not have anythng special for her. If at all there was one, you may mention about the extra minute she spent before the almighty. As she entered the hospital gates, the big clock woke up from its hour long slumber and chimed six times. She quickly went into the room that she had been going to, for the past year or so and touched him, nodding just to the person who left. Her hands were cold, because of the terrible climate and for a moment she seemed to have forgotten that. She quickly apologized for her mistake, though it would not have made any noticeable impact or damage. As she started doing her daily chores with an odd and occasional monologue with him, she lost track of time. She ate there and rested for a few minutes, still chatting with him then. Yet another time she wondered about what happened in her life and how drastically things changed, that too, she would have laughed out loud had anyone predicted. That her son, one of the best relegious speakers, was in coma and she, the famous atheist, praying God for him was a perfect paradox. p.s. I wonder if anyone has the courage to ask what she prayed for.