My last message to my fiancé the night before he died in a motorcycle accident.

“I know what you’re having to deal with. It’s alright. Will ride safely. I love you.”

His last message to me. These words are etched in my memory. 

I was out of town for a conference and I had been so busy with work, I hadn’t talked to him properly. He went to bed early that night so as to wake up at 4 am for his ride. It was February 25th. He sent me that snap at 5 am and he was dead by 6.30 am. I came to know about the accident when his uncle called at 11.30. I knew right then that something horrible had happened to him. Otherwise, his uncle (who didn’t have my number) wouldn’t be calling me. He said, ‘I’m going to tell you something, you need to be strong’. That was all he needed to say and I collapsed.

My worst nightmare had come true. I refused to believe that the love of my life was no more. I was on the floor, writhing in shock and grief. I saw all our hopes and dreams come crashing down.