The glass breaking
sound lighted the whole area , It came from the corner room of the
boys hostel , The boys nearby entered the room with wide opened
mouths , panes of glasses were scattered all over the place.The
floor was clothed with blood and there stood a boy with a bone
exposed right hand , he was trying to cover the hand with a kerchief
but he was not able to do it as his whole was shaking , His face was
filled with shock and despair , his nerves thickened and as he lifted
his face to see his fellow hostel mates.
The
boys who entered spoke so many words , some scolded the boy and
became so furious but none entered the room for they feared the blood
that still gushed out from the hand , the boy trembled in pain and
muttered words like ......” hospital “ .... “hospital”...
Somebody take me to the hospital.... and then started moving out of
the door , one boy volunteered to help, took the wounded boy by the
hand held it high up and then covered it very softly with a white
cloth.
They
started walking , their pace kept increasing and finally they reached
the hospital, it was a clinic which had a elderly doctor and a middle
aged pharmacist, the boy was brought in front of the doctor, the
doctor removed the cloth and examined the wound the knuckles of the
middle finger were exposed , the doctor then asked the boy how did it
happen , the boy shivering in pain spoke in a very feeble low voice,
“I hit the mirror”
The doctor asked
him after a long silence, “ Why ?” The boy kept silence and
just kept looking st the doctor , the doctor then told him, “Tell
me the reason or find another hospital”. The boy's eyes turned to
the doctor with fear and he responded , “ please , please....”
the doctor looked into those eyes for a moment and then turned his
head hastily, you meet the pharmacist , then he rang a bell , there
came a huge man with a big pot belly , the doctor spoke to the man
so fast that the words couldn't be understood , the man took hold of
the boy and moved inside a room which had a dim light , the man took
out a box fro one of the shelves , it was like how a mechanic would
take a tool kit to repair a vehicle, from the box the man took out a
pair of scissors, knife , cotton and a bandage cloth , then came the
spirit , dettol and so on ...
The man
then started with his questioning , Why , What happened , Who are you
, What made you do this to you ...? The boy remained silent and moreover felt the pain so hard that his eyes started to water ... The
man was using the scissors , knife , spirit and cotton on the wound
the mirror pieces were picked out carefully from the wound , and for
every two minutes the man used a torch light to find out more pieces
, The boy bore the pain but never did he respond to the questions
what happened and why, the last part was stitching the skin the boy
now took his hands of from the man and said he did not want it .. He
begged asking the man to please not do it ... the man then sent him
back to the doctor , the doctor looked at the boy for a certain
period of time , he looked at those eyes and said ... You have
strange eyes , you seem to be a soft and silent , what made you do
such a thing now if we don't stitch it up then it would become so bad
that you would be without a hand ... You have brought this upon you
and you need to go through it... The boy moved out his hand to the doctor and the stitching started , the doctor kept asking about the boy's family and
other details and finally came to the question..WHY ? ... The boy
responded slowly ..I was ANGRY.... The doctor gave a big smile and
told him GOOD ....
Expression of anger is very good .. for if it take it to heart it
will spoil you mentally but now you are physically hurt but you have
made sure that you would would be mentally strong.. Isn't it ?...
The boy
smiled ... His smile resembled the smile of a sleeping baby...
The doctor looked at him finishing the stitches and said ... " KEEP SMILING "...
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