She would come during visiting time every single evening.
She had a quiet dignity to her. I never saw her losing it as I had seen many others do, as I had myself done.
Her father, father-in-law, and brother took turns staying there.
A lecturer of History at Delhi University, mother of a four-year-old, and wife of the person in the ICU, she would visit the hospital on her way back from work. She looked rather young for her age.
Her husband had been in a road accident, underwent brain surgery, but never woke up. It had been over a month when I first saw her. It was another couple of weeks before he passed away.
The father-in-law would spend hours discussing his son's kundli (astrological birth chart) with astrologers on phone.
When the father was there, he would have long talks with other attendants, something that was a common pastime there.
The brother didn't talk to anyone either. Does this need to talk to others develop/increase with age? He was in his early twenties, had taken a semester off and spent most nights there.
I think of her often.