As the old lady started crying, I was clueless about how to console her. With little courage, I asked . What happened to your husband ? And tears started rolling down her eyes like a waterfall. Cursing myself, I pretended like fainting to avoid further awkwardness. Only when I opened my eyes, I realized that I've slept for 12 hours straight under the old fan that rotates only because of the wind blowing through the window, surrounded by patients and the fragrance of medicine that I always hated. As I looked around for someone to attend me, I saw a nurse bringing in a new patient in stretcher towards my bed. Why are you still here? Vacate the bed now or pay for an extra day if u want to stay. Clueless as usual, I got up and walked towards the nursing station to enquire about the old lady. The doctor told me that she left last night after paying my hospital and medicine bill. I was back on the street, But all of a sudden I was feeling a bit of belongingness. I have bee...
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