The shrill bell broke my reverie and I glanced at the clock on the plastered wall. The nurse had been late for the third time this week. “Not much work today anyway”, I thought to myself inching towards the door on my crutches. The everyday ten-minute walk in the park had become the most dreaded part of life for the past few months. The most irritating part of the task not being the physical exhaustion or the constant drone of encouragement from the nurse, but the ignominy of having to bear the stares of all the other people. Making quick progress I reached and opened the door readying myself to lash out at the undependability of nurses and I caught myself staring open-mouthed at Goyal and Sudhakar.
The banner saying “Happy Birthday, Mr. Yugendran” stood staring contemptuously at me. I started inching towards the front, one-legged, and on my crutches which would never be stolen from me. Kids started clapping, and elders followed suit. With tears streaming down my face, I started moving faster and faster towards my goal – the front row. With every passing second, the rhythmic beating seemed to get louder and the pain in my leg started to ease until finally, I felt nothing, save the hot tears on my eyes.
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1) I had written this way back and not done a preliminary research either I guess ( I mentioned I am a lazy bum somewhere). So you have to forgive the technical error with gangrene etc. Have not edited from the basic draft I made in 2004.
2) Formatting is screwed in my blog. I guess I will have to learn quickly to enhance readability :(
3) Thanks for the patient read ;)
4) I might be accused of being maudlin etc with this. I promise a raunchy sex thriller sometime later. Keep visiting.
I read it before, I read it now, All I can say is , dont stop writing
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