A little girl of about four years of age,entered the hospital along with her grandparents. They were looking tensed. That lovable, sweet girl was holding a doll in little hands, as soon as she saw her father, she ran towards him and concealed herself in the strong arms.
“Don’t worry Karan( father of little girl), Nima will be completely fine, don’t worry my son!”, said Karan’ s father. There was no loud sound in the hospital, yet everyone was moving and not talking. Karan walked back and forth, by the door of the I.C.U. He was constantly answering the calls from his cell- phone. Scratching his head, he was repeating the same bunch of words again and again. This recapitulation, was acting as a catalyst to his nervousness.
In the private ward ,near the operation Theatre, the atmosphere was completely different. The air had a perfumed scent. Every surface was dustless. The nurses were unhurried and they moved with a serene purposefulness from room to room… Their peacefulness, may be because it wasn’t there agony.
Anxiously, Karan was trying to communicate with the nurses coming out of the O.T and was asking about the condition of his wife, but the nurse, ignoring his question, handed him a list of medicines.
After a while, Karan, came back with a poly- bag of medicines, and requestioned, ” Sister…! Please tell me, how is Nima now?”
“Sir! Let the Doctor come, he will explain you everything…! Till then you wait in the waiting room.”, and she banged off the door.
The murky atmosphere was making his parents nervous too…as they were looking at the little chubby girl, who was lost in her own world of dolls.
Karan’s parents proceeded to the waiting room,holding the hand of their little girl. Her doll dropped…. A woman with long hair, picked up the doll and extended her hand to give the doll with a smile….. The little baby smiled too…but she was grabbed by her grandmother. “Don’t touch her…!!”, she said and took the little girl to opposite of the seating set-up. That woman was wearing a saree…but she had a trace of masculinity… Yes…she was an EUNUCH!
The waiting room had a replication of the seating arrangement on the other side, and were whispering abhorrently about the eunuch, which was sitting in the front row all alone.. Karan was busy talking over the phone and without noticing his surroundings, he sat in the row where the eunuch was sitting…
His mother gave him a repugnant gesture, and Karan got up from the seat as soon as he could, when he saw the person sitting right next to him. She was being realized that she was as alien amongst them, lacerated deeply, she absorbed everything.
” Doctor! Doctor! How is Nima now…”, asked Karan distraughtly.
” You? Are you Mr. Karan?”
” Yes! Doctor “, said Karan.
” No need to worry! She is out of danger now… But the conditions wouldn’t have been under control, if there was a little more delay. Thanks, to Laxmi(eunuch)!! Nima, was bleeding profusely, Laxmi brought her on the right time.
Karan and his family were shamefaced and guilt-ridden. Laxmi,stepped forward, held Karan’s fist and gave him a pendant of his wife….
“Stay Blessed…”, she said, and proceeded to the exit door of the hospital.