Today, in this huge, busiest government hospital, In the retinal department, There were eyes covered with bandages, hopeless women in crushed sarees carrying around their appointment cards, clueless search for room numbers, the frustrated guards, women holding their crying infants in their laps hoping for them to be patient, kids snatching cellphones from parents to play games and and those occupied doctors! Cacophony, pain, despair. While in this room 155, where a patient was getting checked by this female doctor, an old man entered. There was a huge line of patients outside 155 but this man just entered. When I looked at him, I decided to pen him down. Lean, hunched back, his white hair barely grew, he took the smallest steps.. That innocence in his eyes and then he smiled to the doctor, passing those documents he said "Ye lelijiye" Oh you could sense his pain. How sweet those words sounded. But the
In search for the right track which they call wrong.