Speaking doctors

Blogger successfully installed. I gave my brother two minutes to do that and he was done as minute one ended. Here I am on a long slow Sunday evening. On my left is my cup of coffee. The cup with the subtle floral print. The tree above me sways a little. A dance here, a move there. I see violet coloured flowers, the only flowers we have in our little garden.

Impressive powers of observation. I get that line out of a movie. Its a Saturday, after a hard working Saturday. Last two weeks have been work, work and work. Father of the nation would have been happy if he 'd have seen the oncology team work. With the day starting at eight and continuous work till the other eight. With minimal breaks, for tea, prayers, food. Its just work. The patients sick, some very sick. We sweat it out hard. But its a great team. Great team can do wonders. Everybody doing their own bit, helping out the other in time of need. The nation's got to learn from us. We are turning into role models. Role of model, as my mom calls it. And she is not being funny. Funny she is not. I'm yet to meet a more serious person. Workaholic to shopaholic Friday night, on my return home, I stop at 'Time Medicos' to get some stuff I ve been thinking about for so many days. When I reach home, I have coconut milk, tinned pineapple, two packs of slims, cof

"How is your pain now?", our consultant asks the patient. "It has slowed", comes the reply. It has been a slow Saturday. I say this as I wait and wait for my father to turn up and take me away, far far away from the hospital.