THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
The crowd had gathered outside the house. The air was saturated with sobs and cries. The hearse had arrived and everything was ready. The pain of losing someone dear to the heart forever is unbearable. But the time had come to let go. Fragrance of flowers and incandescent sticks filled the atmosphere, but the void remained as the laughter of the young boy won’t be heard again.
It was a bright sunny day and everybody was busy with their mundane life when a truck-driver lost control, over-steered to the left, and the locked wheels due to intense braking made the heavy truck slide and hit a passer-by. He was thrown away three feet towards a coffee shop glass wall, and the driver was arrested for investigation.
The bleeding boy was rushed to the hospital by the kind people. The rest burnt the truck. Parents were informed with grief by the police thanks to the college ID card the boy carried. Moments later, the father and mother rushed into the giant hospital, still in a shock. The service in the hospital was good and the boy was immediately transferred to ICU. The impact with the glass wall had caused a brain haemorrhage.
The father ran aimlessly after each and every doctor or nurse who passed by, sometimes getting reassured, sometimes being scolded for unnecessary harassment, and sometimes without a response. He could not fathom what had happened, why to his son, but he would take every measure possible to see his son smile again. The in-house doctors worked hard with necessary injections and medicines and superficial bandages. In a few minutes, the father was informed that an immediate brain operation needed to be performed and the doctor was on his way. Next came the bill, which the father hurriedly paid and waited patiently.
Several minutes passed but the doctor did not arrive. The father was furious now. He started shouting about the irresponsibility of the management. He was reassured that the designated doctor was THE BEST brain surgeon in the nation, and that no other doctor could pull it off. The famed doctor had a hundred percent success rate. But as the clock struck an hour, the in-house doctors realized that it would be difficult to save the boy if the operation was delayed any further.
The father had lost his mind. He was on the verge of wrecking a havoc in the hospital, when he saw a calm, well-built, middle aged man donning a surgeon’s jacket walking up. This was the doctor.
“YOU IRRESPONSIBLE PRICK, “shouted the father. “DON’T YOU HAVE A SENSE OF TIME? CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT I AM LOSING HERE? HOW CAN YOU BE SO LATE WHEN YOU KNOW A CHILD IS DYING? WHAT OTHER WORK BLOODY WORK COULD YOU POSSIBLY HAVE? DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT A CHILD MEANS TO A PARENT?”
Relatives rushed to keep the father calm. The mother ran to the doctor and begged for her son’s life.
“I will do everything I can.”
Four hours and an infinite amount of impatient and painful hope later, the parents saw the doctor walk out of the OT. The father ran up hoping to get a word about the surgery, but the doctor left without even a reaction. The father stood in awe. The relatives murmured, “What a rude person”, “How insensitive”, “He is a money-poacher” etc. A nurse informed that they would have to wait to see if the boy gets stable after the surgery.
The body had been placed before the crematorium chamber and people had gathered around catching a final glimpse of the bright young boy. The father, a calm, well-built, middle aged man, finally arrived from his long absence, touched the forehead of the boy one last time, and saw the body enter the fire chamber. He did not blink, he did not cry. Twenty six kilometers away, another father cried with joy as his boy had come out stable from the surgery, and was recovering.