Life and death
As soon as I entered the room I could hear the sound of loud sobbing and crying of a woman. The room was not a big one, but it was large enough to accommodate a double bed, a sofa, a TV and an almirah. All the furniture’s were stuffed in that room, inside that room a group of women were sitting (some on floor, resting their back on the sofa and some on the bed). The center of attention was a woman sobbing uncontrollably. She just lost her husband, who died due to a sudden heart attack. She is the daughter of one of the brother of my father. She said, “There are a lot of doctors in our family, but none could save my husband”. Her father was a doctor himself. My father a prominent medicine specialist was sitting nearby on a chair; I looked at him to know his reaction, but couldn’t guess what was running in his mind. May be he knew he is helpless; he tried to cover his helplessness through a grim facial expression. At that moment I thought how difficult it is for a doctor to realize that...