No Pain No Gain

This is where I stalled. The best I can describe my absence with, is I’ve been on a journey for a while. A journey to self-destruction and resurrection. A journey to see my ends. A journey to know the truth and self-worth, to live a tale worth telling. And it has come at a price. I’m lost. I’ve lost.

The burden of responsibility now forbids my senses to feel again, see again, hear again, think again. I fail to see how I got here. All that I am is truth. This is all I can be and yet I fail myself and others. The pain of understanding the world and people around me has got the worse of me. It’s becoming difficult to embrace myself for who I am. Because it’s dark. I’ve seen it. Something that’ll swallow me whole. I can feel things building inside me and they are a lot of weight to carry. The days are heavier and nights are sullen. I’m a ticking time bomb and time is close when I’ll explode. An explosion that will blow up their happiness to pieces and no one, not even me, knows what that’ll do to KING “ME”.

The ingredients of goodness inside me are depleting fast. I’ve got to come out. For inside me is burning anger. Case in point are these sudden urges to beat myself up. These urges occur when I’m happy about something specific or when I’ve sated myself. It’s not uncommon for me to feel bliss in pain but earlier, these feelings had a time and place. Not now. They just take over me and then possess me for days and days.

I’m different these days – angrier, surprisingly vociferous and scornful. I’ve always been different. My interests were different. I enjoyed pain and this is something I’m particularly proud of. I intentionally venture into the darker side when I’m aware of joys in brightness. But this tendency is at it’s peak now. I’ve started keeping myself on the edge. I break into moods I’m very unaware of. Life has become a game of hide and seek. Seeking while I’m hiding, in plain sight, yet creating thunders for myself and enjoying them.

I’m trying to find the psychology behind my actions that sometimes seem downright foolish. I’m forgetting more, trying to remember less and yet my dreams play out the drama for me, every night. Libation seems fruitless. So I tried exercising, trying to burn out all my excess energy, so I can remain calmer. It worked for a while, while the pain persisted. Once that went, so did the workouts. And now I’m free again with all that unburnt energy and no pain. It’s all like Forrest Gump. I do things without knowing why I’m doing them. Like these orders were etched inside my brain to be carried out now.

The song above describes me aptly. King Me – try looking for it’s meaning and you’ll get a number of absurd and pervasive results. I have my version too and it goes something like this – It’s a state of a narcissistic mind. One that’s trying to indulge for itself. It’s keeping yourself so high and untouchable, that a connect is almost impossible. It’s destructive. It makes you see and feel things, makes you sway from your path.

Why does King Me kill me? It’s because the world functions on people. People and things are the world. And when I can’t see beyond myself, I hurt others. Only in my case, since I have no one else to hurt, and so I hurt myself. I put myself through paces that are laid on death bed. And it burns. I have the marks – deep and unforgiving. People often tell me that I need to talk more but with what I have and what I do with it, my words fail me too.

That’s for a post later. Right now – Merry Christmas!!!! I’m looking forward to a new year filled with a lot of fresh opportunities and pain, because without pain, there’s no gain!

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Death

Death? Think about it and it feels rather strange. I don’t worry about the aftermath, why should I? I’m dead, aren’t I! But I do have an aging fear of the moment when I meet it. Right when I’m closing my eyes, I think I want peace!

Peace in the thought that I haven’t harmed someone, that the world won’t miss me when I’m gone and the knowledge that the people I loved, loved me back. I think I won’t live very long and I don’t want to, and yet I want to be cared about by the people and things I cared about after I’m gone. I don’t want people to cry around me when I’m dying. I hope the best people of my life get to be around me when I’m dying unless it’s on the road to office or back where all there’ll be are strangers.

Just some thoughts!

A Cooked Blog

Sometimes I wonder what attracts you more to me,  a love for the unknown? A love for the hatred I have for the world? Curiosity for the time unknown? Unseen acts of horror, unprecedented valor, or kindness?

I feel you touch a piece of me everyday but never whole. The tingle that wakes up my sensations, often leaves my soul wanting for more. I get you one finger pore at a time and with each touch, the yearning for wholeness turns my skin inside out. Why can’t I have you more? Why don’t I get you more?

Can’t blame you though, my readers, for we are all travellers in the same boat. Kids, wife, parents, office, home, horrifying relatives, and time killing neighbors – they consume so much of our time and brain that there’s none left for us to use at the end of the day. Still we are motivated to do what’s right for us – write for ourselves, it’s an obligation to the inner you, isn’t it? You reach the desk at the last hour of the day, pick up your pieces of thoughts and right when you are about to hit the keyboard, you lose power. People with laptops can still work for a while but not desktop users like me. Our day just got pushed into a dark oblivion when there’s no option but to sleep, the thoughts still currying inside, the flavors dying to spill out on to a writing pad or a web page. But luck is having none of it!

I’ve been under such a spell since past 3 months. Everyday is a struggle – to stay awake, concentrate, be healthier, see certain things the way I would a few years ago, keep focus on the future all the while learning from the past and (the one that tops it off) yet, be fun.

My irritability around this time of the year isn’t a new phenomenon. From an early age, I found June, July, August and September – the hardest to deal with. Whether it be my bone crushing accidents, to hysteria among the people around me, diseases – it’s like a kill-switch turns on. People die, there are terrible news all around and concentrating is the last thing my brain does. This is also the time I wish, time should just fly by never concerning me with its nitty-gritty. These are easily the most non-productive months of my year. Do you have any months that particularly seem to concern you – ones that freeze your hands, swell your feet, numb your mind for the world around just picks up its frantic pace and tries to drag you with it?

It is these months though, I expect my dear readers to show me some love and be kind enough to keep this space engaged. And how well you’ve done it, BRAVO! You’ve read and read my stuff, appreciated it, hunted down my errors even when I wasn’t there for you…

You Cooked My Blog“!

And now it’s time for me put some dishes on the front burner and stir the pot to see what comes out next.

When I Die Everyday

Alarm plays.

Life calls,

Bed befalls.

Ground is cold.

Feet complain.

Groan escapes.

Swiped eyes,

Search for light,

Ache in the torso,

Reminds me of the years left.

Wish I turn back time,

To create a rhyme,

That’s all mine.

An unflustered unsung melody.

That I hum in my shower.

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Described in fifty words above is the moment when some of me dies and some of me is born everyday.

Posted for Fifty – Word Inspiration.

Inspired by my day and Little Matters.

My Fifty Word post – Story Of My Life

Here are the current entries for this week’d writing challenge –

  1. ALIEN AURA’S BLOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!Inspiration – and stimulation!
  2. Under the Monkey TreeInspiration from the Past
  3. In my worldIn the beginning there were Fifty words
  4. BumblepuppiesThe Letter G Insults My Intelligence
  5. shivansh chaudharyIn no time, time flies by!
  6. gillybirdsInspiration
  7. The Finicky CynicFifty-Word Inspiration (#JuneJour Challenge, Day 15)
  8. The Things I Yell at My Television…Fifty
  9. PSEUDOMONAZNow That You Are Gone
  10. Chasing A Dream“Fifty”:”Unexpected”
  11. Following My JoyYou Left
  12. eternal DomnationSush
  13. theempathyqueenThe Teenage Years in Fifty Words
  14. jscottiblogNicky and the Girl in the Yellow Sundress
  15. If Crazy Fits Wear ItFifty Word Inspiration – Disappointment
  16. I’ve Got A StoryWallflower
  17. Reject RealityThe Kiss
  18. The Uncustomary HousewifeThe Bipolar Mind: In Fifty Words
  19. The Uncustomary HousewifeA Fifty Word Recipe to Saving the World, Almost.
  20. bodhisattvaintrainingdaily post writing challenge
  21. Scattered ThoughtsWP Writing Challenge : 50 Words Fiction
  22. lifespinkyHe Didn’t Leave … Me
  23. Meaningful Mommy“Unexpected…becoming a mother”.
  24. The Seminary of Praying MantisTold destiny continues
  25. Mad Meandering MeWeekly Writing Challenge: Fifty Words Inspiration
  26. Dance With MadnessDrifting
  27. Short…but not always so sweetStretching the Dollar (50 words)
  28. stepin2purposeThe Will to Move
  29. tnkerr-Writing Prompts and PracticeDid I Say That Right?
  30. Musings of a Random Mindlove isn’t forever
  31. wandering story tellerLove at first sight
  32. The Persian FlawRemnants Of A Lake
  33. helen meikle’s scribblefestWeekly challenge: It’s all as inspiring as a cracked bell
  34. tuckedintoacornerFifty Words
  35. Project MomentarilyHope in the dark
  36. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationYesterday’s Hero
  37. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationA Life to treasure
  38. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationA better life
  39. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationYOU ARE A WINNER!
  40. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationThe Wild Ones
  41. Love Happy Notes – Daily Fun and InspirationDoggie stompin’ on Fear
  42. Joie De VivreElliot
  43. theimaginariumofkitti’s BlogButterflies
  44. Chronicles of an Anglo SwissWeekly Writing Challenge – The Death of a Jabberwock

I Smell People-ish

My dad arrived home today. He’s come to say goodbye to the sixth member of our family who leaves for US tomorrow! Sounds so hunky dory, doesn’t it?

But, I killed it for myself. I’m running low on cash these days, for a lot of travelling and health bills were torn against my name this month. So instead of taking the more expensive option of auto rickshaw, I decided to use the Delhi Metro to reach the New Delhi railway station and help dad deal with the luggage that he was carrying. Well it wasn’t as heavy as I’d expected but it sure was difficult bringing it up to the 2nd floor of my house.

So, DELHI METRO! The pride and joy of Delhi. The only project in India that’s actually making profit. The guys worked really hard and it shows. Terrific infrastructure and great maintenance. Something though, didn’t feel very right yesterday. As I gathered myself from slumber, and walked to the platform, there were huge groups of people waiting to board the metro. Something was wrong!

The metro arrived packed to its capacity and yet around 20 of us managed to find a place to stand with people’s armpits on my nose and my armpits on someone elses and what not! Ugghhhh!

Now to make matters worse, there are close to 15 metro stations between the station that I boarded and the New Delhi railway station. Each time the door opened for passengers, when 2 left, 4 boarded. I had my headphones plugged in though and people weren’t really bothering me, just that I knew how I’d smell like after I got down from the train. People inside just kept making space out of nowhere and people from outside kept boarding till the last inches were used up. And then some more came in!

cwg-metro

Then a scuffle stirred up. A police constable standing right in front of me and next to the door, tried to stop passengers from getting in, for there was absolutely no space left in the coach. The counter argument from the outside was – “You get down as you are the public servant” and they started pulling out the constable nearly tearing off the sleeves from his shirt. The constable though had nowhere to go, for he was stuck inside just like all of us were, and so they even couldn’t pull him out, such was the agony we were all going through!

To be honest, I was enjoying this. This misery that people decide to put themselves through everyday, made me feel proud of what I had achieved in life and how my resolution to never put up with this kind of life always put me in a better place. I made a resolution very early in my struggling days that I’ll never use public transport for two reasons –

1. Those places are very vulnerable and I have too much to do in life than die in an accident or a bomb blast.

2. They are very risky, for Indians in general treat public transport like the transport system owes them something once they’ve paid for the ticket. What they don’t think of is, these are the same buses and trains they may need to take everyday for the rest of their freaking lives, and they are all responsible for its upkeep and smooth operations. But once they stop respecting the means, the means stop respecting them and so they start crumbling, till they are at the point of breaking and that’s when public transport becomes a danger. Case in point, was the taxi that we boarded, once my family members had arrived. That taxi sounded awful and when it started to move, I felt the wheels coming off every time we made a left turn!

Now back to the Metro. We were about to reach the largest station among all metro stations – Rajiv Chowk. Rumors started flying that the train will be half empty by the time we leave this station, and sadly ALL the passengers along with me were eagerly waiting for this miracle to happen, quite badly! And like all stories that don’t have a happy ending, luck didn’t favor me this time! No one got down and still some more found a way to get in. The next station was where I was to unboard. This was real tricky. For once in my life, I had to handle people subtly and that I did. I started cracking mean jokes that made people laugh and in between, I’d ask them to make some space to let me reach the door, so I don’t miss my drop station caught up in this hell hole. And I made it, just not on my feet though. The moment the door opened, I (125 kgs) was picked up in the air and helped down right next to a pillar. I have absolutely no freaking clue how or what happened. I just counted my lucky stars for the night, checked my wallet and my watch, and started to walk to the railway station.

This was one hell of a ride, and I’m never travelling in a Metro again.  what’s tha God awful smell? Wait, I smelled  ‘PEOPLE-ISH’!

Cops

As I posted earlier, I’m living on the edge. And as an observation by a fellow blogger would suggest, I’m suppressing my need/want to gain self-satisfaction. I’m unable to attain my peace, my dreams and ambitions which is cooking up my brain and giving me dreams.

Frankly I’m all shook up. Have I put myself under so much pressure to perform for others that I’ve forgotten to uncork my bottle that’s full of some of my small unlistened-to wants and needs that may bring peace to me? Or am I already happy enough and over-analyzing my puny dream?

You know pressure brings out the best and the worst from people. Some give up and some give it their all. It need not be their office, their work, but it may also be a situation that you’ve never faced before. Handling Indian cops is one. They aren’t gentlemen. When they approach, they bring with them a huge cloud of negativity, that suppresses all your rationality and makes you do and say stupid things that you may repent all your life.

How I wish this changes in our country! How I wish I smile for once I see one of them around me!

Lets see how others deal with their pressure

  1. Pressure | The Magic Black Book
  2. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Basically Beyond Basic
  3. Time | The Bliss of Reality
  4. Umbrellas | Crazy Art
  5. Introspection | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  6. Concentration aka eating alone 🙂 | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  7. Ilya Fostiy. Is There a God? | The Bliss of Reality
  8. Smile! | Crazy Art
  9. My List-less Life | DCMontreal: Blowing the Whistle on Society
  10. My List-less Life | DCMontreal: Blowing the Whistle on Society
  11. The Farm | My Little Avalon
  12. The Daily Prompt & Eric’s Aria -Part 1 (short story) | The Jittery Goat
  13. Procrastination Insults My Intelligence | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  14. The biggest appointment | MC’s Whispers
  15. Under Pressure | A mom’s blog
  16. pressure | yi-ching lin photography
  17. DP Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Sabethville
  18. the pressure is the same | y
  19. Men | Hope* the happy hugger
  20. One Crazy Mom » The Heat Is On
  21. Student hurrying to catch the bus (Daily Prompt: “The Heat Is On, Show Us Pressure”) | Photo0pal Photography
  22. I’ll start tomorrow. | Attempted Human Relations and Self
  23. DAILY PROMPT: Pressure | cockatooscreeching
  24. Life Confusions
  25. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On- Perspective of Medical Student | Journeyman
  26. Daily Prompt: Pressure | Captured By Kylie Photography
  27. The heat is on – turned down to low! | Sue’s Trifles
  28. Pressure | The scribbles in the margin
  29. Pressure Points and Implosions | ALIEN AURA’S BlOG: IT’LL BLOW YOUR MIND!
  30. 400 Pound Burden | Rima Hassan
  31. Live and Don’t Learn | Bright Tuesday
  32. The Luck of the Irish | In Harmony
  33. Daily Prompt: The Heat Is On |
  34. Today’s To-Do List for the workplace: Don’t do the following if you want to survive « psychologistmimi
  35. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On-Pressure | A Day In The Life
  36. I’m blessed with a system on revolt. | thoughtsofrkh
  37. In Preperation | Flowers and Breezes
  38. The Heat Is On | Step Into My Head
  39. Planners vs. Procratinators | Musings | WANGSGARD
  40. Pressure | Active Army Wife
  41. 276. Under Pressure | Barely Right of Center
  42. Pressure | A picture is worth 1000 words
  43. Pressure | The Land Slide Photography
  44. WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH ORDER PIZZA | SERENDIPITY
  45. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Raspberry’s Daydreams
  46. the heat is on | klstar2000
  47. Feeling the Pressure | L5GN
  48. Deadlines and Commitments: What to Leave In, What to Leave Out (B. Seger) | meanderedwanderings
  49. Under Pressure | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  50. Daily Prompt: The Heat is On | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  51. Rock My World | The Library Lady and Rosie Bear
  52. Daily Prompt: Pressure (Nonet) | Morrighan’s Muse
  53. THE DAILY PROMPT: PRESSURE | Francine In Retirement
  54. Blogging Brings Stuff
  55. Friday Night Letdown | Losing It
  56. Daily Prompt… So what IS Pressure? | Eden’s Effort
  57. Deadlines | Life is great
  58. Daily Prompt: My reliable mate | one hundred thousand beats per day

I Died In My Dream Tonight – TWICE!

Have you ever died in your own dreams? Anytime, anyhow, whichever way?

I did. TWICE in one big dream. And guess who killed me – I did. I killed myself twice in a dream. In one of them, I actually carefully inserted a huge knife inside “the me”, who was spread eagled on a bed – tied tight! I saw myself struggle and die.

In the next instance, I killed my other self by smashing my face with a hammer. I felt no pain. I would have smiled, I know I would’ve because there was relief. I don’t remember any other detail from the dream. But is it even possible to see yourself in your own dream? I thought it was impossible.

I woke up all sweaty, tired, but very relieved. My shoulders were lighter, there was no ache that pounded my back. I was seeing clearer and found myself filled with energy. I know I can Google all my answers but I’d like anyone among my audience to explain what I went through?

I’m Not Evil

Death-Of-Minnehaha_Dodge

End of my life? Legacy? You kidding me! Who the hell thinks about all this stuff? What were you doing exactly when the thought popped in your head, eh – The Daily Prompt maker?

It’s as if, what the hell, lets see, how funny can this sad topic get. Anyways since we’re on it, let me see how far can I take it.

Let me quote one Mr. Robbie Williams from his song “Feel” –

I don’t wanna die, but I ain’t keen on living either

Death for me is a far-fetched thought. I’ve seen people die and I get really sad when I think about those good souls. I don’t believe in heaven or hell. I have to literally see it to believe it. But what I would like to be for the small little world of mine is an inspiration. When people think about me, they should think of me as a really honest man. If I bring tears to some eyes after I’m gone, they should be birthed by pride and happiness. They must all believe that I had a purpose in my life and I chased it as hard as I could. I don’t mean to pass on my legacy but at least the near and dear ones should remember me.

All I care about are truth and honest purpose. Try and remember me as someone who always had good thoughts about you unless I really despised you in which case I will make sure to let you know about you before I go. Try and love me after I’m gone for I can never treasure love. I don’t understand it properly enough to reciprocate it in the best possible way. Try and remember me as a practical guy who loved logic but was always inspired by his feelings.

I know people will never understand my perspective but I don’t want you to. Just believe in me and my good intentions. I’m not evil.

Zee2Etch – Task #21

Zee2Etch Task #21 has me contemplating on what I posted in Zee2Etch Task #19.

Well here’s one take on that post –

Power

Power 2

Save Me – Hospital

The scenes were frantic at the hospital. Some scared doctors and nurses kept running around, knowing full well the patient was still deep in danger of running aground. Some pale faces had seen her condition and couldn’t believe the body lying in front of them could still breathe.

Nothing, not even the experienced doctors, said that she would survive. The red and blue marks on her still glistening skin told a very sad story. But Amit knew in his heart knew that she was going to wake up any moment now. He found it hard to fathom what would have went down with Maya but that could be dealt with, later. He didn’t want to leave her alone but still went out to find a silent corner to shed a tear or two. He knew he had to be strong and emotions, if retained will weaken him. He had to shed them, just the way he had done his whole life.

Not to be. The police in Bollywood movies always has a habit of ‘making an entrance’ at the most awkward moments and here they were, in real life, standing right across the reception seeking Maya. Amit rushed in, and carefully pressed his palms on her cheeks, a part which was left unhurt. Her fingers fluttered momentarily, he held her hands still looking deep into her face for any reaction from her eyes. A minute went by before she finally gave her tired and hurting eyes a twitch. She opened them and a smile sparked across her lips.

A cop and a doctor entered the room and the cop in a very daunting voice asked – “Is she Maya?”. Amit nodded in affirmation. He came close to Amit and gave her face a fleeting glance before turning his attention towards the doctor. Amit joined the conversation. He wanted to make sure, no assumptions were made about his wife. He was sure, these were the cases where a females personal characteristics were often questioned and objected on. Her choices, her lifestyle, her relationship with her partner, her household demeanour may be questioned and he didn’t want Maya to be subjected to any such disturbing questionnaire.

It was his turn to take the matters into his own hands and he will stay very strict even if the President of India was to stand in front of him. He will be a stone and nothing else,  with his sympathy and empathy only towards his wife and no one else. He still had to hear what Maya had to say but whatever she would say, will remain absolute.

Cop approached her and asked softly, leaning close to her ears and Amit watching ever more closely – “Ma’am, can you tell me what happened?”. Maya, as furious and hurtful as she would feel, mumbled unclearly in spit of words – “metro… station… 5… men… beat me… van… hospital” and then tears rolled from her eyes.

Amit could make out what she wanted to say but as her throat was hurting from the pulls and shoves at the hands of the beasts, she was unable to clear her and he now knew, she wanted to cry. She was hating the sight of a cop in front of her as she found it embarrassing to bare her misery in front of him. Amit took the lead, crossed the cop and leaned against Maya and said – “Baby, just relax… whatever happens from now on… is your wish…”. She nodded affirmatively and exhaustion pushed her to her next half an hour of sleep.

She woke up again to see not just one but a herd of cops in front of her. In that while, doctors had finally done their work and ascertained that she will survive and no internal injuries could be noted so far. The cops and the doctors though, were still unclear whether to touch her or not.

Right then, a senior cop arrived and asked for Amit. Amit immediately went to him and asked what was it he wanted. The cop asked politely – “We would like to have an inquiry set up for this case and I need certain details from you. Have you talked to your wife yet?” No. “Has she yet indicated what may have happened to her?” He told him what she had said in front of the smaller cop and smaller cop had then nodded in affirmation. He then asked the doctor – “Is she in any danger of losing her life?” The doctor replied with a “No”.

All this while Amit was getting a clear signal in his head, the cop didn’t want to do much. They were apprehensive after what had happened from an earlier incident, a very negative image of them would pop up in the brains of the people – something they didn’t want at all costs.

SAVE ME – II

There she lay abreast the automatic sliding door of the hospital where she mumbled – SAVE ME!! She had dragged herself to there, was visibly out of breath and was quite sure, she felt no air around her.

The guard wasn’t available but the receptionist Rebecca who had quick eyes, spotted a body at the front door.  She ran and cried out for someone to help her pick the body up. Satisfied that the injured was still breathing, they quickly moved the patient into a secluded ward where she underwent her inspection for external injuries. While calling the head doctor, the juniors started to do the needful with tears in their eyes resigned to her oncoming fate. She wouldn’t survive – was a tale being told by their sorry eyes. Amongst the frantic screaming and calling, she broke the silence – “Please call my husband” – and fainted again. A phone fell out of her hand and the staff quickly found the number of her husband who was immediately called.

The husband who had run scared, around the city all night, petrified by what may have happened, picked up the call –

“Hi, I’m Rebecca calling from Sanct Hospital at Samp and we have a woman who has saved your number as her husband. Could you please arrive here as soon as possible? She’s badly hurt.” Click!

A car screeched on the front drive way 10 minutes later and out jumped 2 men and ran towards the emergency ward. They knew the hospital well and didn’t seem to care for directions. Gaurav and Amit weren’t phased by the security guard who had chased them since they had broken one of the barriers down at the main gate.

Amit entered the ward, found her unconscious, went close to her and with his fluttering hands, he touched her forehead. She didn’t move. He bent down to get closer, touched her hands unrepelled by the stink, all he felt was a sorry saga on her injured body. He immediately understood what may have went down.

How could he wake her up? Her sleep now was killing him. He started rubbing her cold hands too frightened to try anything else. He could see everything around but could feel only her. He knew she will wake up but how? He dug his right hand behind her neck, picked her up carefully and kissed her nape. He felt a pressure on his other palm. He slowly picked his head and saw her eyes fluttering desperate for a vision. He moved in front of her and she had tears of pain. He knew it all but all he could say was – “Baby, it’s gonna be alright!” She fainted again. He dropped her hands and ran for the doctor who had created a commotion outside.

“I can only start the treatment when the cops have arrived. I can’t touch or analyze her till I have a written permission from the police. She may still have clues on her about what may have happened.”

Amit replied – “She will die before they arrive. Why is she not being taken care of? You want money, here have it all but start the god damn treatment.” He pulled out his wallet.

He went on to  shove the doctor inside the ward with all his power with Gaurav and all other shell-shocked staff looking on. He was just way too frightened to respond to Amits call for help. When he did come to his senses, he stood as the guard outside the ward to not let any unwanted person inside. Both the men understood, the best way to handle this situation is to not let it get out of their hands.

Amit registered the patient as Maya. The cops hadn’t reached and they could still decide, depending on how Maya was doing, whether to register a complaint or not. He went in. Another hour passed and no cops had shown up. They were all starting to lose hope. Gaurav meanwhile ran for the cops.

Suddenly Maya woke up again. Amit was staring deep into her eyes. Both of them had tears rolling down their cheeks, not of pain but love. She knew she was safe now. Amit saw the unwavering strength in her eyes and got convinced of her survival. All he had to do now was to get the moron doctor on her case to start inspecting her for internal injuries. She slept again.

Amit started – “Doctor, even if the police don’t come in soon enough, you aren’t destroying any evidence. Please for Gods sake start the investigation for internal injuries”.

Doctor answered – “As much as you care about her, I do too but this is a big hospital and we have protocols to keep up and in such cases we can’t touch her before we have cops here.”

Amit was furious and shouted – “What if she dies?”

The doctor looked at Amit whose hands were trembling with fury and Gaurav who had now entered the ward to give a helping hand. Doctor picked up his cell and called his superior who told him to start the investigation remaining very careful to not let any evidence get destroyed.

Maya was then moved to ICU and even in her sleep looked assuring about her will to live.

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To read the first part, please click here – SAVE ME – I

This is my first ever attempt at serious writing. I know it may not seem much and seem much less than what our seasoned bloggers may have achieved, but please try to give all your feedback. I would appreciate every comment and feedback, good or bad and try to improve in the coming parts in the series. Thank You for reading this. Cheers!