I was sitting in the clinic. It was already 6pm, and I was almost done with my schedule but my mind was not at rest throughout the day. After I have seen all the patients, I was waiting for her to show up. And I was looking at each patient with the hope that it would be her. But I knew I was just making a fool of myself.
'Stop it. She is not going to come,' I said to myself.
Finally, I packed my bags, heading towards the car parking space when suddenly some thoughts entered my mind. I turned and ran towards inside...
"Nurse, nurse," I shouted, having seen Sheela in the corridor.
"Yes, doctor," she said and turned.
"I need your help," I said, adjusting myself.
"Yes."
"Could you bring the log book for yesterday's body claim details?" I asked.
"Anything important doctor?" she asked.
"Yes. Could you please bring it to my office," I requested.
In the next five minutes, Sheela arranged the book for me while I waited for her in the clinic.
"Anything else, doctor?" she asked while handing over the book to me.
"No, that would be fine. Thanks, nurse," I said and opened it.
'How the hell can you forget to check her name and address in the log. How stupid can you be,' I cursed myself.
I turned the pages with excitement and my search stopped at one entry.
Diseased name- Mr. Miyaz Ahmed
Date of demise- 15/10/2015
Age- 69
Relatives- 1
Name of relatives- Sayra Ahmed
Address- House number 294B, Pratap Kunj.
Opposite to Karol Bagh Railway station
Karol Bagh, New Delhi
Phone number- N.A
'Sayra,' I murmured. A brisk of smile and blush appeared on my face
In another few minutes I left the hospital, but I wasn't at rest; my mind was repeating her name every second.
'Sayra, Sayra, Sayra-Vivan, Vivan-Sayra....Sayra,' I was taking her name when my phone rang. It was Aman.
"Hey, where are you, bro? We are waiting for you at Studmac's," he shouted.
"Coming. Coming. I am on my way," I replied excitedly.
"What happened? Did you get promoted? You sound so happy?" he asked.
"I will tell you when I get there," I said and disconnected.
There was something different about the air today. Everything was a bit more colorful, a bit rainier, a bit saltier, a bit sweeter.
I was standing at a red light in front of Indian habitat center when a small girl came near to the car's window. She was selling red roses.
"How much for one?" I asked, smiling at her
"10 rupees for one," she replied, passing me one rose with the hope that I will buy.
"And how much for all of them?" I asked.
"All?" she asked with her eyes wide open.
"Yes, all of them. Give me all of them," I said and gave her a 500-rupee note considering that would be the price
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Vivan Love Story
Romance"Love is not something which one can possess. It can only be felt by giving and not expecting anything" was the way Vivan felt when he saw Sayra. But there were three problems 1] he fell in for her was the day her father died 2] there was something...
