"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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It's Ward's for me today. I was in the Ward 111,along with few of my seniors. The rounds were already done, and so was the dressing. I and a SR, Dr. Dipti, were sitting in the cubicle, having no work for the day. "Kartik, did you dress the wound of bed no. 2 patient? ", Ma'am asked. " Yes ma'am. " "Okay, good. " "Aacha, when is your off? You did a night shift too na? ", she questioned. " Hmm yeah maam! Actually, I'll be leaving now, after the afternoon shift gets over! ", I replied to which she just nodded. She got busy on her phone. She is quite friendly. In fact all the doctors in General surgery are friendly. They don't treat as as juniors, but rather as friends.
" Which team? "Dr.Dipti asked. " Huh? " "Ipl mei? " "Ooh, CSK! ", I was quick to reply. " Seriously.. Kartik! ", she said in a duh tone. I just shrugged. " I thought you were the rcbian kinda boy! ", she added, as we both chuckled over it. " You are a RCBian! Right? ", I questioned. " Yeah! " "Me too darling. ", Aftab came all out of suddenly. Aftab, another junior resident. He is a big time flirt. " Aftab! ", Ma'am said in a no tone, to which he just shrugged. " Accha fine fine. But I am really an RCBian! ", he said. " Yeh CSKian hai! ", Ma'am pointed to me, as I was some criminal. (He is a CSKian)
"Sacchi? Yaar.. Thala? ", Aftab said. " Obviously! " "Bhul maat, do matches haar gaye hai woh! ", Aftab said in a challenging tone. (Don't forget, you guys lost two matches.)
"Ek toh harne ki baat tu kar hi maat. Aur dusri baat, CSK hari maana, par Thala ko khelte dekha humne. So it's compensated. ", I tried putting my point. (You at least don't talk about losing, please. And moreover, even if we lost, but we saw thala playing, and so it's compensated.)
We were laughing over our talks when few students walked in, with notebooks and pens in their hands, and the white coat fully buttoned. They walked to a bed. " Third sem! ", Dr. Shurisha, entered as she told us. " Itni jaldi? ", I asked in surprise. (So early?)
Matlab, really , students don't come so early usually. They take there good long time, since no one in the surgery department bothers enough to question. Even the previous batches of this sem, did the same. " Yeh batch kuch jyada hi utsahi hai. ", Dr. Shurisha motioned, making us all chuckle. She them left from there. (This batch is really excited)
While we returned back to our talks about IPL. " I'll just grab a cup of tea and come!", I told the others. "Arey, Kartik. It's going to be lunch time now. Ab chai kyu? ", Dr. Dipti asked. I just gestured her, that it was simply. " I am anyways going to have my lunch at home so,.. ", I said. " Accha jaldi aana! ", she motioned, as I took my leave. (Okay return back soon!)
I returned after nearly 15-20 minutes. I came and sat, with two of my colleagues as we chatted and laughed. It was an usual thing, when Dr. Shurisha came to us. " You know what happened! ", she said. We all three gave her all the attention as she told, " The third sems, they examined the ulcer without opening it! ", she said in a duh tone, after which she laughed. We too joined her in, as this was the thing. " Har saal ek na ek unit aisa hota hi hai, jo bina bandeging nikale ulcer examine kar leta hai. Haina ? ", One of our colleague questioned, as again we shared a fit of laughter. (Every year we get atleast one unit that examines the ulcer without opening the bandage na?)
