MY DEAREST BELOVED
MY DEAREST BELOVED <p style='text-align: left;' >Whoever had the damn idea that Saturday nights were supposed to be party hours? Surely he/she did not know anything about the life of a doctor. Especially when she is a fresh widow……..</p><p>Life had never been easy on me. Not since my only love, my husband, Raghu passed away. It had been exactly six months and a fortnight since his demise. But the memory of that car crash and my love dying in my arms was still fresh in my mind. You would say it to be an irony- a surgeon’s husband passing away like that. Trust me. That was a guilt which weighed heavily on my mind- that I could not save my own husband. And it haunted me- ALWAYS. So I tried running away from it.</p><p>That day was no different. Saturdays sucked for me because it was the OP day. And the constant but ever increasing swarm of patients and their woes was still not able to distract me from my nagging thoughts. Every fresh wound, every str...