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)