The clean white tiles greet me whenever, I enter my hospital, the nurses in their sparkling uniforms say hello to me. The khaki clad ward boys respect and fear me a lot as I am a task master.I dress usually, in shades of blue as it is my favourite colour.The steel grey floor is resistant to the stains and much favoured by our folks.My maroon stethoscope, gifted by my brother is perpetually hanging on my neck to diagnose the ailments of my patients.The silver needles shine, when patients tremble, to take the injections.The black bag contains a lot of life saving drugs. My rosy receptionist is always smiling to reveal her crooked teeth, salvaged by huge pink lips and has auburn brown hair.
The cirrhotic lady came to my emergency room with vomiting of blood, the bleeding was since a last few hours, hence coffee ground in appearance, mixed with the earlier consumed yellow lentils and the green bile.The red cells were used to transfuse her with the cream plasma to save her from the crisis. She had purple ecchymotic patches on her fragile pale skin to suggest a bleeding tendency. She was critical and she succumbed eventually, Nothing could save her!
The deathly white ambulance came with a flashing red light and took her body home.
I attended her funeral in a dark black shirt,carrying violet lilies to offer my condolences and saw her turning into powdery ashes.
I live such a colourful life daily.
Need I be excited about Holi ?
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