Barter

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Annie woke up from his light sleep after getting incoming from the reception that a pregnant lady had met with an accident and was in a critical state.

 

The nurse briefed on the phone as he ran for the lift on the seventh floor. The injured had a car accident and her womb had been hurt hard with profuse internal bleeding. He instructed to shift the patient to Operation Theatre. It would be difficult to save both, mother and child, something he had learned from experience. He dialed the number of another doctor on duty to assess the situation and simultaneously pressed first-floor switch.

 

Dr. Anhaya Kapoor was the cherry among the lot, known by a more popular name among his breed-Annie.

 

An upbeat guy in early thirties with a faded beard. He was the senior resident doctor at Brighton’s Medical Research and Science Institute, a prestigious hospital in South Delhi. A hospital founded by his father, who passed away six months ago, Dr. Jagdish Kapoor.

 

Annie’s brain was as good his face that bruised the hearts of many. He was considered one of the best in the profession a talent he had inherited as genes from his father. His father had been the best surgeon in the country, a favorite among politicians and businessmen who traveled in a private aircraft often for holidays.

Annie wasn’t a spoilt brat at all but had a deal in the closet that constituted of everything considered unethical.

 

He smoked pot, pee-ed on streets, drank abruptly, had a thing for madly kissing his dates in the parking lots. He chased a cop once till the end of the capital border! Annie could play the flute with ease; spoke French and Latin without stuttering. He was a state level swimmer. Rich, smart, fancy looking, a persona other guys wished to be and girls got lured to was Annie. All this charisma was sadly shadowed after he got married to a girl his father chose for him. This was another feather of burden. He loved his dad too much to keep dating Meera; the girl he loved passionately- his lifelong desire.

 

They had met at a bar at the Inner Circle in Connaught Place, just next to the coffee house.

 

Meera’s sleeveless blue dress could just kiss her knees! She came for her friend's breakup party, and he was there … coz, he was there most of the times. She was a jingle writer for an upcoming ad work agency who always carried a sweet tone in her laughter. That laughter eventually made the doctor lost his heart. He could never express accurately the love he felt in his heart for her with his multi-lingual skills but she could read it in his eyes. They were the most handsome couple in the circuit without a penny space between them!

 

A decade later, he was playing high.

 

When on a game night his dad asked him to marry the daughter of a family friend he held high regards for. His father has just recovered from the second heart surgery. However,  he could feel a lot more pain agreeing to his father’s request, the pain of a poisoned heart! Meera and Annie spent their last night together speechless, just holding hands. He made love to her like never before and cried as she led him to the door in the morning, kissing- a final goodbye. Eight weeks from his wedding date his dad passed away. Annie felt deserted without the two people he loved.

 

Annie lost the desire for life and spent most of his day hours in hospital after the marriage.

Everybody knew his story but no one ever whispered in those hallways or canteens!  The times were not the same; he was more of an enigma now, never indulging in his old misadventures. The lift reached the first floor and Annie ran out from the half open door and lurched toward the operation theater. Attendant doctor submitted the summary of the report confirming the urgency of the surgery. He wore his latex gloves and entered the operation theater where the proceeding had already begun.  Sphygmomanometer showed a continuous drop in blood pressure due to excessive blood loss.

 

Annie completed the caesarean and saved the child.

 

The mother’s heart had unfortunately stopped beating midway the surgery! The beats didn’t bounce back by the defibrillator. The failure- the silence of losing the mother was broken by the first cry of the child! Annie took the child in his hands and felt a resemblance in the touch and couldn’t stuff away that instant love for the child! He went through the patient information sheet to sign off the document and read the mother’s name -‘Meera’. 

His eyes blurred as he waddled out of the room with his daughter in the arms.

 

Author: Muflis Musafir

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Heartbreak: A Poem

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Poet: Rishabh Raj

 

The day I saw her;
I dissolved in her sea like “blue eyes”,
Felt; that for my “Ludo” game, like life;
I finally got the correct dice,
I cannot describe her beautiful face in words;
all I can say is; as glowing and charming as pure white milk,
…. I remember I gave something to her on birthday;
Yes! it was the chocolate named “ Dairy Milk Silk ”.

 

I was eager to see the conversion of The friendship bud;
Into the loveliest love bud,
Thankful to see The pretty flower growing:
A friendship becoming strong
Sharing my little thoughts and life issues with her,
Lots of dream of me and her, We love bird!
Finally deciding to share my feelings about her,
And she also agreed to serve a chilled ice for my hot love fever,
But something else was going on in her mind,
To use my love for her own pleasure; seeing me as a guy
Who in love ad gone completely blind,
She Talked to me, considered me everything whenever she was in need!
Otherwise the most unripe seed.

 

Her actions and ruthless behavior sometimes switched the tears on,
It was that kind of love that never led me to cheer upon,
Finally deciding to say about the mishappenings to her,
But Alas! She retreated into never,
Hmmmm…. she went away,
Didn’t even bother for a second about me and my job
[of helping her in every circumstance;
Friends Told me cruel tales about her???
Overall, it remained as a one-sided love,
Ya…. I thought that my life  was ECLIPSED;
But no; it remained as a parabolic curve,
Relation is worthy when love exists between the two,
Always equal in measurement; without any extra effort;
In the Machine of love, enhancement acts as a dynamo
What to do with this broken heart? I really didn’t know,
I Started chanting: “Help me out o’ lord to spread a shadow
A Black Cloud to Banish all sorrow”,

 

I was in a very pensive mood,
Questions bombarding my mind, all bad not good,
I found myself all alone and shattered,
But those feelings for her;
Not even a millimeter- got altered.

 

One night a message came in my name,
‘See yourself in mirror and have some shame,
And a para of inspiration….
For my critical situation:
“Love is beautiful but sometimes it is horrifying,
The girl who left you;
isn’t going to think whether her absence Left you living or dying,
So why are you still thinking of her?
Please go on to live your life, remembering her never,
Your world is not over;
because Life has a ‘one goes one comes’ rule.

 

Move on and try to get the right girl,
whom god has made for you,
Who will not give you sorrow but
always hold your hand and be in touch with your heart too,
And does everything in your Troubled life so as you to console ……..”

 

For me, this message proved to be a boon,
Now I can see some laughing gas in my heart- a deflated balloon,
I can now live my life as I did earlier,
At last, the fact exists; love is Responsible for one’s success and
Responsible too for Life’s Misses……

Message from this short story:

Love is something which when does not Happen; then it can’t happen but when It happens; it does enhance a special radiance and much more…
Yes, it is not easy to forget someone Whom u loved the most but why to do This type of stubborn thing of not forgetting him or her as it will not Let u get back him or her but give u grief, grief, and only grief ……..
So it is far far better to live life as U want to live; not governed by anyone Else and find someone else who do Understand the true meaning of love as Compared to your gone away love …….

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