Clinic Kahani

Drenched out after the clinic and finally at home.Had pulmonology clinic today.During clinic as I stared out the window, I could see the elegant Rangoonwala building.On its right is Home economics college.Behind it is a mountain,which has been craved to accommodate houses.There is a skyline of palm trees.Their grace is unmatched.On the road traffic continues,the same city witnessed killings of 38 people . . .   

As the clock ticks four I reconfirm the tea arrival time from the nurse.I go for a check in the staff lounge, there is no tea though.On my return the nurse tells me that in room three, three patients await.Oh well!I enter, they are from Afghanistan,and do not understand urdu.Ask I introduce myself one of the patient says in fine English,"please speak in English".And that's the only fine English he knows, these are followed by phrases, and then words.Fifteen minutes elapse and I m only done with two.I feel like banging my head.The third one again has nonspecific symptoms, I tell him that we will cancel his visit if he does not really need it.To inquire this I come out searching for the nurse.There stands Dr Javed Hussain.He peaks in and says he knows these patients from last clinic. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!It takes him a few minutes to sort out all three.