Him

I used to see him every morning. Exactly at the same place. He was always in an anxious state, walking , moving forward, coming back to the same place where started from.

It was oncology ward premises. The ward where cancer patients were being treated. The most dreadful ward in a hospital where patients being admitted are unsure of their survival.

He was probably related to one of the patients. the anxiety and fear on his face was so obvious. It was telling its own story. I prayed for him as I used to drove him by.

And then after a week or so , he was gone. No anxious walks, no fearful face.

The decision was made. Either the patient survived or he could not.

I kept wondering what would have happened.

Life and its uncertainties.

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