Aborted

Oh! Wow.

Is it true,

that, some time from now,

I'll have you?

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The idea that I had,

was living within me,

It was growing forward,

and reality, soon, it would be.

Within me, you could be felt,

Some unfinished dreams were being recalled,

your presence made the stolid heart melt,

being yours was a thing with which I, now, romanced.

I knew, you want to rush into my embrace

Be called mine & caress me too.

Yes, It is a truth and not a pseudocyesis case.

And in no time it would be happening to me & to you.

Love, care, and a bond had developed

I told you so, and you knew it, right?

With each moment, closer we had moved.

Until that changed it all, that night.

You rushed, you hurried, you planned to meet,

when time should have taken care of it all,

The waters broke & the heart too, feeble had become your beat,

Trying anything couldn't have helped to stop you fall.

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You were premature, just a fetus,

Incapable of independent existence.

You were not a baby, a live part of us,

Having the grit to put persistence.

Before you matured or ripened,

you were plucked for celebration,

Oh! I wish-

You would have been where you had always stayed,

After all, you were God's own incarnation.

You feel bad, hurt and at loss,

You tag me irresponsible & hate me enough.

Baby, but dying I am too, because,

I lost more than you did-the dreams & the reason to live.

You need to believe it and you know, it ain't a bluff.

Tele says: Respect time, sometimes rushing can only abort.

Just came around this beautiful picture...!! :-)

Baby's First Movements!

The dude, the drunkard and the asshole!

Half-past ten, Casualty Center, Hospital.

It was about time I creased the white apron, rested down the stethoscope, and bid a goodbye to the casualty duty for the day. 6 hours since the duty had commenced, some minor road accident casualties, a few heart patients, and two major emergency cases had been handled. It was my first day at Casualty, and it had been a satisfying day at work.

The Resident Doctor (Does it sound similar to The Resident Evil?? ) were about to change duties for the night. Yeah, the one who was to stay did ask me straight faced, 'So you're doing a night today?' 
Please say a yes. The excitement was barely conceadable.
'No Sir, I would retire for the day in few minutes from now.'
Bursted.
'By the way, you're an intern, right? What's your name?'
'Tele'
'What?'
'Tele as in Television'
'Ohk. Christian?'
'Tele, We have an influx. Come.', the R-2 called. 
R-2, the resident whom I had assisted the whole evening, was a pleasant doctor. Needless to say, the same sequence had taken place few hours before when I had joined duties, but seeing my no-nonsense-only-work attitude he had ceased hitting.

So, here we had: A head injury, A maniac, and A Road-Traffic Accident patient.
Triage.

The Dude!

Head Injury first. A 20 something old labourer, having a 10cm horizontal slit on his forehead, blood splattered over the face, conscious.
Examining him, we were sure he had a frontal fracture, and he would have had injured his brain too.
Suture him before the Referral.


'Stitch?? Doctor, Don't cut my hair.' the patient blurted.
'Dude!'
Well-being was rather secondary, for him, to his good-looks. *grins

The Drunkard !

The maniac was jumping and shouting in the trauma center, moving hitherto. The paramedic had been ready with the history. 
So, he was under acute intoxication with the so-asserted 'poisonous alcohol'. 
The newspapers had been full with reported sale of poisonous alcohol and deaths in the last 2 days. On suspicion of him having consumed it, he had been brought.

No symptoms detected, yet Gastric lavage had to be done.
He was comfortable now.
He-The Drunkard.

The RTA was a minor accident. Two men, one with a bruise, and one with a laceration on the right palm.
Standing in the MOT for stitching up the palm, I overheard a voice.
'Ya bastard, you left me there. Ya think ya saved your ass, do you? I'll open ya up once I get outta...'
'Excuse me, who's had the injury on palm?'
The one conversing stared at me, and entered.

The A**hole!

'Pllllleaaaase. Make it numb.'
He whimpered like a baby.

'What, One more stitch. Nooo.'

Bandaged, he left.
I overheard him, 'Am coming ya f**ker! Ya Asshole!'

Retired for the day!

Tele ;-)

Leaving you an interesting picture ;-) 

Cool Hair Cut! 

Unethical

Balloony!

Decorations were on place, on every nook & corner of the big, brightly-lit hall. Colourful Balloons bubblingly hung from the ceiling, and at one corner you could spot a kid being given a balloon by his tall-father.

She was the bride-to-be. Looking beautiful, innocent, and cute. If there were things in universe standing a testimony to the artistic calibre of God, she sure was listed. It was her day today.

The kid having the balloon had now been circled by many a jealous kids, who eyed the balloon in his hand & his face alterningly. Being in possession of the balloon was no less than being gifted a plucked star from the skyline, and the kid maintained his proud poise staring at the pink heart, the thread to which he held clenched.

Surrounded with her near & dears, she greeted me with a warm hug. I was her relative, to be preciser- A cousin sister, of some 'n'th order.
We talked & gleed, and then she introduced me to him. A warm handshake. Hello. Did he just dive into me?

'Beta, come and take your lunch first' insisted my uncle.
'Yeah, Uncle.'

Taking the platter, I simultaneously interacted with other relatives of mine. Was I being spied by him?

The kids were a jolly clutter. They were laughing and cheering, playing with the heart. The kid had let go the thread, and shared the joy with others.

Amongst the hustle in the party room, his eyes followed me, & my attention was being caught by him.
The photo-session commenced. We all hogged near her. I stood next to him. He turned to look at me, and thinking it would seem odd, or might be caught in the shots, reflexly eyed the cameras instead.
Cheese.
Did something click??

The kids jostled, ran in the hall. They had befriended each other knowing nothing about the other. Carefree, they lived in the moment of the game they were presently playing.

Amidst the dancing, his eyes met mine and he shook away from the transfixation. Was that an interaction?
Repeated instances of such kind happened during the course of the party. There was something intriguing in him, something that kept me bounded. Was that magnetism?
I had never met him earlier, I had till now not conversed with him except the voiced 'Hello', but there was some connection we were fixed with.

Confetti! 

Silver-golden confetti showered on them. It must have felt like being drenched in the first snow-fall of the season. The balloon had bursted. The kids were speckled with the shiny pieces of paper. Giving a last laugh, they searched for their parents and disappeared into their own world.


Knowing, a conversation could not be materialized, or rather was Absolutely UNETHICAL, I left.

But he had to stay.
Afterall, he was the groom-to-be.


Disclaimer: This is Pure Fiction!