As he slowly opened his eyes, Anjan saw the white curtains of the window opposite to him. He tried to sit up, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the energy to.
“Don’t sit up just yet. It’ll be stressful. The doctor sahib told so,” he heard a voice from near his right hand.
He tilted his head toward the voice, and saw the blurry silhouette of a woman. As she slowly came into focus, he saw that Trisha was looking worried.
“Wha…what hap…happened? Why.. am.. I here?” he asked her. She that she had applied some make up on her face, but Anjan could still see the bluish bruise where he had struck her.
“You had a minor accident. The doctor sahib says nothing too serious,” she said, turning away, just as the doctor himself entered the room.
“Mr. Desai. I see you’re awake; and looking much better now that you’re sober,” he told, shaking his head. “You could have ended up much worse, I hope you know.”
Anjan nodded, and reached for his wife’s hand slowly.
“This… this accident… it was… the best thing… that… that hap…happened to me, doctor sahib,” he told.
The doctor and Trisha both looked at him with surprise. He gave them a smile.
“Be…before the accident, I didn’t have…have a heart.”
(© 1st April 2015)