Linking this with #Daily Chatter #UBC Day 20.
Hopelessness and hope…
#100DaysOfBlogging Day 28
Kunal could only watch through the glass of the ICU door as his grandmother struggled to breathe. The doctor had asked the family to be prepared for the worst. For him, it felt all too familiar. It had been just a few years since he had been at the same hospital, at that very same glass door, watching his grandfather breathe his last.
“I hate hospitals. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them,” he said, tears falling slowly from his eyes.
One of the doctors looked at him in shock.
“First grandpa, and now grandma, the hospital takes away the people I love.”
The doctor took his hand and led him to another block.
“Look there,” she told him, pointing at a mother and her baby girl.
“That baby was born in this hospital too,” she said, smiling. “The woman could not have a baby for so many years. And then, it happened. Look at her happiness when she holds her daughter. She named her Asha.”
Kunal was confused. At the same hospital, he saw this story of hope.
“Life is so strange,” he thought, walking back towards the ICU, towards hopelessness, wondering what his hope was.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason, 18th October 2016)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Hospitals always see so much love and hope stories. everyone who comes there, be it a patient or his family have an anxious look that makes us want to learn what lies behind those sad eye. good going!
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Yes. They do bring both options, love and hope, and sadness too. Which is why they are strange at times. Thank you, Menaka.
yes I can understand .. working in the healthcare field.. I can share I have seen blood in hospitals and happy mothers. Some tense moments…
I think many who work in that field can relate to it, Manisha. Even to those tense moments…
Such a sad and complex story at the same time narrated with a sensitive heart. It’s the way we look at life and try coming to terms with things.
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Glad you felt it was narrated with sensitivity, Vishal. I feel that that is important in such a story. Thank you.