4 year 7 months before, One sunny morning things were so different. People running around, Some having tea some having snacks. Nurses walking around giving the morning dose of medicine to all. Waiting for the doctor to come from their morning rounds and check us all.
All dressed in green, with a drip in hand I was moved near to the OT hall. Time was moving slow that day, seems like time has forgotten its way. I was feeling thirsty and worn,. “NO” said the nurse incharge, not now dear, only after the delivery is all clear. Waiting was getting too long, my patience was sinking to the core….
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