SARAH IS ALIVE! Friday was here, and all roads lead to Gechiya Hospital in Delhi. There were lots of delays and disappointments before Kamala and Sarah got to Chan’s place. At the time they arrived, Chan couldn’t hide his feelings of being upset with them for not keeping to the time. They had planned to meet at his place at 13:00, putting into consideration the distance from Koli village to Delhi before proceeding to the hospital together with Anika. But Kamala and Sarah arrived an hour behind time. At 14:15, they were already at the hospital, making enquiries about the midwife when they saw a group of people rush in with a girl on a stretcher. The manner with which they br

                                        THE APPOINTMENT WITH THE MIDWIFE In the waiting room, Chan opened up a conversation about Nosocomephobia, which charged up the atmosphere with all kinds of emotions. Everyone had a thing or two to share with their medical phobias. Each experience came with either some cringes at some bizarre phobias or jesting at someone for the experiences that sounded ridiculous. Chan, especially, picked on Sarah after she shared how the name ‘Hospital’ made her feel sicker. “I have never visited a hospital, even when pregnant until the compulsory day of labour came. I had no other choice than to visit it for the first time just to have my baby. Here I am in the same hospital I gave birth, not feeling cranky at all. Maybe family matters have their unique way of t

                                                          THE SURPRISE The hospital declared the private wards open for visitors, with rules stating they do not permit more than two visitors at a time. They advised the visitors not to stay longer beyond the visiting hours. Strictly adhering to these rules would provide the patient with an ample amount of required time to rest. Mrs Ava walked in first to see Amara, followed by Sarah. The rest would take turns to visit afterwards. “Hello, Amara! How are you feeling?” Mrs Ava asked. Without waiting for my response, she continued, “I sincerely apologise for our inability to help you out without any evidence against Adhira. On matters like yours, the authorities cannot swing in

                                                        THE REFLECTION ‘Mind power is the most useful tool gifted by God in human’s possession. It can yield the greatest physical force one can ever imagine. With one’s mind and imaginative powers, anything can be created - obstacles or opportunities, failure or success, setback or progress, unhappiness or happiness, you name it. The thoughts that pass through your mind are responsible for almost everything that happens in your life. It all lies in your hand to choose the ones you want!’ These re-echoed words from my mother had kept me going even as I stared at my Ninety-Seven-year-old mother on her death bed. I have passed this message to my children, my children to m