At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic o
At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic o
Like the Apple of Eden, it was forbidden. And therefore, enticing. The song, I mean. None of us kids were allowed to even hum it, let alone sing it. It was an okay-ish song, nothing too great, but those two brothers, Rakesh and Rajesh, liked it so much they kind of made it their own, not all Read More...