She is hurrying across the floor, eager to get to the escalator. People are ambling towards it, slow, talking, laughing with their partners, without a care in the world. She wants to scream at them, "Get out of my way. I need to board the escalator’". When she manages to get a leg up, most people on the steps are holding hands, blocking her way up. She swallows her frustration and saying, "Excuse me", every second, manages to sidestep and reach the top. She rushes off the escalator and in to the crowd, with a single mind devotion of reaching the shop before it closes for the day. She manages to reach the shop, before the shutters are down. She gives her phone for repair, to the guy across the counter. Life without her smart phone - a.k.a. her lifeline has been terrible. The cracked screen, functional, but is not permitting any movements, hence she can't use it. She can receive calls but can’t hear the other person – nor can her voice go through. She explains this to the repairman, and asks. “How long will it take for the phone to be repaired completely?”. “Ma’am, we will have to examine the phone, run some tests, if its a simple screen issue, it will be done by tomorrow. If any thing has been damaged- the recovery – if possible – will be dependent on the availability of spare parts. I shall call you with the update. Do you want to remove the memory card ?”, he asked.

The doctor poked her head in the room to find the husband by his wife’s bed, holding her hand. She empathized with the man’s emotions. “Good morning, Mr. Sharma”, she said, continuing when he nodded, “ Your wife’s condition seems to be stable, after her accident. She is in a coma, for now. We will have to wait and watch. We shall run some tests, if all goes well, she may come out of the coma, on her own. But if there is some brain damage, it may take some time. I shall update you accordingly.
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© Natasha Sharma