surprise me life
But I was very confused then and walking hastily through stoned pavement….which made the dough runny in poverty. And........ I'm admitted here. THE CITY HOSPITAL nicknamed.... THE JAIL.
Whole day is complete waste of time here , laying lazily on bed, trying to forcefully move my fractured hands and hanging legs twice a day …doing nothing.... Eating stuffs which they called food
.."healthy food ",and the television set is just for namesake. Nothing much is good here... Only my doc is an exception. He is so caring and loving,that anyone can fall for him. Maybe many have already tried their luck..... But I suppose... He was waiting for me :)
Believe me, the situation was really terrible. Ritu kept on ringing me constantly... Diya was already present at the spot... Dhrub's son was wailing loud in the hostel and the rain added to the mayhem. The news was more terrifying.Landslides in sevok were very common in our childhood. But are hardly heard these days. So we could not imagine such massive rockslide in that weather. The huge rock tampered everything. The car was buried.... The window panes screwed her face. The heavy rock smashed her body. Dhruv was injured too but thankfully without his life cost . He informed about Kaya's death ,sitting in a dispensary . He was weeping to the blues and I was dumbstruck. I took kaya's son and was on the way to the airport.... Ritu was waiting for us. In a situation where I should act brave, I started acting dumb. And a dash with the car ruined my bones.And Ritu and the kid went to Malbazar. 13 days flew with the completion of all the death rites. Diya informed that Dhruv was now trying to be normal and strong. And that kid Daivik,was handling his Papa with more maturity than his age.Things were getting normal there.People come to our lives and go. Without even informing us, they take place at the motor sections.... And act so unknown and innocent. The way Daivik changed his way of seeing the life was unimaginable....that little kid was suddenly grownup ,just by a single chapter of his book.
But I don't know when will I get rid of this imprisonment. Doctor Banerjee is busy these days. During his regular checkup-treatment schedule ,often he is called by someone from his house to treat his mother. Doc remains upset now a days. His mother is suffering from a typical disease..... At times she misses the doc so much that he is been called home.... Again the next minute she refuses to identify him. Dr. Prothom often shares his grief with me. I feel my self so empathetic to him.... This becomes a cause of inclination towards him. Maybe this is what love means....
O I have heard something.... Dr. P. Banerjee is leaving Bangalore forever with his maa and better half for his mum's treatment. He's going abroad. Wait what?? BETTER HALF?? HE'S MARRIED!!!!! A storm blew inside. But those moments that we shared??? Those pain reliever conversations??? Those sharing of griefs??? All these meant nothing to him?
Life keeps on astonishing us!