When I went to hospital to see my Aunt, I was shocked and sad.In her room all patients were helpless. I could feel their pain. This Hindi poem is all about hospital life.
Some bossy ,some over friendly and some over smart,the types of patients might be endless but the poor dentist and his problems remain constant. But then again where is the fun if there is no sense of achievement in what you do!
What I heard shocked me and I realized that I was merely a scapegoat for a larger design. It dawned upon me that Shijo will never return back and I would be booked for murder.
When she saw the corpse, she sagged against the wall with a gagging sound. “O God, o God…” she kept mumbling, turning her face away from the devastation.
And when the ceiling fan died they all heard it. Sister Anita knew what it was at once. She went to the bed and reached for the oxygen cylinder beneath.
He again took a deep breath. I can see that he is still shivering. I kept my hand on those shivering hands and made him feel that I can understand.
Today I’ve being offered a chance to help save someone. To literally save a life. I have to ask myself: what can be nobler than that?
Rather than writing down each patient’s case as case number 1, 2 etc, I titled each new entry as Experience number 1,2 etc, because I believed each patient taught me a new lesson,
It took him a few minutes to realize he was sitting upright and his hands were tied behind his back. A bright light shown in his face and he could hear muffled voices somewhere in the darkness.
As Nik living in her memory only which is very difficult for others to bring him back to the practical world .He was in depression and met with an accident,