31-10-2021, 12:19 PM
She was wearing a blue sari and looked twenty five year old. She was crying silently, sitting outside the operation theatre.
What turned my attention to her was her child, about one year old male child, crying incessantly due to lack of attention from his mother on whose lap he was lying. At first I was irritated at the child's cry and angry at the mother's insensitivity. But as soon as I saw the mother's face, and the tears she'd been shedding silently, I felt sorry. It was easy to guess that she was alone there, and the person inside the operation theatre was the dearest to her.
I tried to ignore her at first. Then I walked to her.
"If you don't mind, let me handle the child..."
I extended my hand to her. She looked at me as she was seeing me for the first time. I had been around that place for quite a few hours by then and I was unconsciously hoping she would have seen me, but the look on her face suggested otherwise. She hesitated to trust me. However, after holding back for a moment, she gave in.
I received the child in my both hands. After a few moments of walking and singing, the child was calmed down. But it seemed his mother was also watching me and she was also calmed down by seeing my efforts.
The boy had slept by the time I walked back to her. Alash! She had also fallen asleep. She was sitting in the steel chair by resting her head onto the wall behind her.
She looked very tired and I thought I shouldn't wake her up. I stood there holding the child close to my chest.
I didn't know her name. I actually didn't care. It wasn't a place to care for such things. But I eventually found out her name when a nurse came and called.
"Naina.."
I was startled hearing that call. I wandered my sight here and there and found none other than the lady in sleep. I shied and took a deep breath.
But the nurse's voice didn't wake her up. She had to raise her voice.
"Naina!"
Many people were looking at her. But none of them dared to wake her up. Maybe they all were lost in their own tough world.
I took a step forward and the nurse quickly noticed me.
"Are you with Karthik?"
I nodded, hoping Karthik would be Naina's husband.
The nurse gave me a prescription.
"You need to bring this. Ask for the special edition. It's written."
I nodded, and took the paper, though I didn't understand anything.
The nurse disappeared in a second, closing the door.
I looked at the paper in my hand. I could see the writing and it looked like an alien language to me. Nothing new, for a medical prescription. Only the doctor and a pharmacist can read those writings.
Is God able to read it? I wondered. I'm merely a mortal, so don't even try.
What turned my attention to her was her child, about one year old male child, crying incessantly due to lack of attention from his mother on whose lap he was lying. At first I was irritated at the child's cry and angry at the mother's insensitivity. But as soon as I saw the mother's face, and the tears she'd been shedding silently, I felt sorry. It was easy to guess that she was alone there, and the person inside the operation theatre was the dearest to her.
I tried to ignore her at first. Then I walked to her.
"If you don't mind, let me handle the child..."
I extended my hand to her. She looked at me as she was seeing me for the first time. I had been around that place for quite a few hours by then and I was unconsciously hoping she would have seen me, but the look on her face suggested otherwise. She hesitated to trust me. However, after holding back for a moment, she gave in.
I received the child in my both hands. After a few moments of walking and singing, the child was calmed down. But it seemed his mother was also watching me and she was also calmed down by seeing my efforts.
The boy had slept by the time I walked back to her. Alash! She had also fallen asleep. She was sitting in the steel chair by resting her head onto the wall behind her.
She looked very tired and I thought I shouldn't wake her up. I stood there holding the child close to my chest.
I didn't know her name. I actually didn't care. It wasn't a place to care for such things. But I eventually found out her name when a nurse came and called.
"Naina.."
I was startled hearing that call. I wandered my sight here and there and found none other than the lady in sleep. I shied and took a deep breath.
But the nurse's voice didn't wake her up. She had to raise her voice.
"Naina!"
Many people were looking at her. But none of them dared to wake her up. Maybe they all were lost in their own tough world.
I took a step forward and the nurse quickly noticed me.
"Are you with Karthik?"
I nodded, hoping Karthik would be Naina's husband.
The nurse gave me a prescription.
"You need to bring this. Ask for the special edition. It's written."
I nodded, and took the paper, though I didn't understand anything.
The nurse disappeared in a second, closing the door.
I looked at the paper in my hand. I could see the writing and it looked like an alien language to me. Nothing new, for a medical prescription. Only the doctor and a pharmacist can read those writings.
Is God able to read it? I wondered. I'm merely a mortal, so don't even try.