Broken But Beautiful

52. This is Me Trying

Nandini

I looked around the room. The room that had marked my professional beginning as a doctor. My cabin has not had much change since last three years, except for a new set of couch Madhav had exchanged last year.

The room was huge, spacious and way out of my budget line. At least it was in the beginning of my career. I knew no body (I repeat, NOBODY) could get a job like this in a renowned hospital right after finishing medical internship. I knew every other student who knew me or were in my batch highly accused me and my parents of favorism and nepotism. I knew deep somewhere they were right in their place.

Except probably the 'favorism' part. I knew why my parents gave me the job, gave Alya the job. Because they wanted to keep me under their scrutinizing microscope. And who was I kidding? I was a kid, Alya was a kid. I wanted to do meaningful work with the holy profession I have chosen. I wanted to began serving immediately. Also, I wanted to get out of my parents' house. Alya didn't know any better either. She joined a year after me, finishing her med school with the course change she took in the first year. Also, she wanted to be with me.

I was so glad Alya and I- we both were finally free of this place.

The hospital was amazing. The service was prominent. I have never seen a patient waiting in need in this place with no one to attend to. If there was one thing my parents did well, it was treating diseases and teaching people how to do it properly.

But then, they treated the disease. Not the patient.

I looked around the room, looking for even the tiniest of pieces that could make me...feel something about leaving it. My patients? Sure. But I knew I could gave them better service somewhere else. Anywhere where my parents were not hovering over my mind 24/7. Also, the fact that I was leaving for the course in London in less than a month.

I came down here today to collect my things and fire my assistant, because I won't be needing her anymore. Yash had sounded nervous when I called her last night to come down here. She looked like a train wreck when I got here today.

She felt really guilty about the 'Madhav' incident. Huh.

In fact, she had been a very good assistant. My parents had appointed her to keep tabs on me, instead she kept tab on them for me. She somewhat understood that my professional and personal relationship with my parents were polar opposites, and tried her best to make it easier for me here. She was in tears when I told her I no longer needed her. But I have recommended her to at least five other senior colleagues who were far more capable in this game. Her paycheck would probably be on the rise very soon.

I sighed, leaving my heist to steal a glance of anything meaningful. Sure, Alya and I spent many exhausting end of days here. We had... memories. But that was it. I thoroughly enjoyed treating my patients, but that was it. I knew I could it somewhere else when I was done with the course, and I was completely fine and happy and contented with that.

No fucking feeling for leaving this place.

I didn't know what I was expecting, honestly. Maybe... maybe a reminiscence of something meaningful? This was the only place my parents and I got along, at least. And not even faking- I liked their inputs as medical experts and they valued mine (again, here comes the favorism part that kept bothering me all these years, thank god I'll be free of that).

So, all in all.

I did not feel one ounce of any feeling about leaving this place permanently. That was some work less for those clocks inside that are supposed to cause emotions.

They had been working overtime for quite some time, anyways.

As I gathered my remaining work files (I didn't have much personal things here), I heard a small knock on the door.