Moms talk and understand.....

Contrast and struggle are both part of our lives and maybe they help us strengthen our bonds with other people. No two people can overall be same and identical in characteristics. Maternity ward displays this variant factor most precisely. Richard Maternity ward has a very special place in my heart and connects me emotionally with those mothers who were present over there that day.

Eliza was going to have her first baby; completely unaware of the pain, she was nicely enjoying with others in the maternity ward. “It’s my first baby,” she said. The newly developed feeling of first motherhood clearly reflected in her innocent eyes. “It’s giving me such a wonderful feeling; I will always cherish these sweet moments of my first motherhood”.
“Girl you are surely going to remember this; it’s going to be a breath taking journey. It’s my fourth child and to tell you, pushing is really very difficult.” Mama Jenny started her old tale again; she always used to tell these tales to those having first motherhood. “It’s like pushing a rock through the tap,” she roared with laughter. All the women were interested in Mama Jenny’s motherhood tales and truly telling, they were as refreshing as water to a tired traveler. “My husband was comforting me and telling me to push harder when I just barked at him, freak can’t you see the hole is too small than the obstacle inside?” She laughed again. “To tell you all people, if this time I have a baby boy again then the freak will drive me again to bedroom to work harder. He needs a baby girl and I am getting older day by day,” she laughed but seemed somewhat worried.

“Mama, who’s that girl in the last bed?” I asked curiously.
“She is really unlucky, you know, child.” She got upset. “Her dick headed boyfriend doesn’t want to take responsibility of her baby.” I tried talking to Angela but it was worthless she never replied. Mama Jenny used to sing a song for her every day.
Even though her bed lay besides the window, it seemed the darkest corner of the maternity ward, which was full of sorrows. After a longer pause between her and me, she finally decided to speak. “I write different lines for God, I ask him to save my angel from that man. He ruined my life. My parents refuse to take my responsibility as well. I wish I died out of pain. Will you promise to make sure my angel will be safe? Please tell me.”
I was really feeling completely burdened with responsibility but I am happy I said yes that day. Today angel is safe with her because she was assured that day that whole world was not as bad as she thought and there existed a part of good humans as well. I had read a few lines on her papers, and were most beautiful words that had poured her pain all in once:

“For what should I live if its hurts losing you? I have no more answers but the only life I have lived tells me to enjoy the pain that you are giving me because you are my happiness as well which will merge with me when I die.”

Second Innings - Spring Season

Geriatric ward gives one a complete full-fledged insight into various family sagas. For people it might be just a ward that takes care of old people; who are completely orthodox and unaware of present day developments in technological and social strata. However, for me it was not only a beautiful experience but I became a part of their families as well. It was just experiencing lives of few people who were struggling to make new bonds and relationships with their second innings of life.
George, that is what he told me to call him, was troubled with a completely fractured life. His son had left him over there for past three years, though the hospital payments were made on time but George’s eyes always searched for his son. “I hope he’ll take me back home. I want to see my grandchild...” Still he was happy somewhere that his son had left him over there. “I am though very much happy over here, living my second innings, rather than staying with such a family which doesn’t need me anymore. I am really lucky, I have settled here for good with so many of us living the same life but a satisfactory one.”
Who said only we are aware of the new technological developments? Well, then to make to clear I must say Ryan is much more updated than we are. He was a researcher in national university and was staying in ward for over a month. His son had kept him over there coz he was on a roaming business. “The newly developed Bluetooth device is surely going to make people look even freakier. The Robocop look would fade away but public wont be able to see the device in your ears...,” he says, the sparkling knowledge never makes him look older. “They can’t steal my knowledge at least. Even you my child will get dragged into this corrupt world whose environment is getting more and more unhealthier and greedy and that you’ll stop coming here.” He changes his mood suddenly and asks me to play cards with him.

However, now I was happy that these people chose to live their second innings of life. Geriatric Ward – Do not mistake your limited thinking level to visualize old and sulking orthodox people just gossiping over there. Richard Hospitals geriatric ward is like a spring season in midst of sorrowful autumn environment spread in the hospital. Second Innings of life can be so interesting I had never thought so. Geriatric ward was like experiencing the first rains; the new drops of thoughts poured into my mind and gave me new refreshing thoughts about our grandparents, making me realize that happiness can really change the world and is the need of the world.