She woke up in the middle of the night. Her worn eyes tried to focus on the blurred surroundings, taking in each detail of the ward she was placed in. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the pungent detergent that was used to clean the tiny room. It had been four months since her arrival here. Four months since she had a peaceful sleep. Surviving the day was easier, it was the night that she dreaded. It was the silence that woke her up. Every night. The stillness of the air around her reminded her of how suddenly her life had come to a standstill. How suddenly all was lost. She missed the calm of the night that used to follow after her busy day. She longed for that deep sleep that one goes into after a tedious, challenging day. It seemed that like fate, even sleep was deceiving her now. Her companion of thirty years had abandoned her. So suddenly, heartlessly. She had nobody to bicker at, eat with, laugh at and sing with. Multiplying, unwanted cells of his body had created an infinite space in her life, heart and soul. Each passing moment of her life now echoes only one thing- silence which makes up the long pause between life and death.