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The fall of the Capital
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The severely malnourished child was on the verge of death. I quickly set up an IV to give him much needed nutrition and other supplements.
Hours later when he was stable I turned in anger upon the illiterate parents. " Why are you starving this child? He needs proper food! "
Tears dropped down the broken, skeletal man who stood before me with folded hands. "Look around you, Doctor Sahib, the land is dead. We have no food."
I will be turning a hundred in a few days. I am glad my memory is still intact. I cannot say the same about my body. Seventy five years in prison can do a lot of things to a man's physical and mental health. I must say I am lucky to be alive. Before I was set to prison I was training to become a doctor. I was a brilliant student. I was trained by the best in the field, the doctors who attended the masters and their loyal subordinates. I dropped out of medical school a few months before graduation. I had already learnt everything I needed to learn. That was not the reason I left. I had a recurring dream about a young girl pleading with me to save her life. I thought it was my duty to find that girl and save her.
At that time, the capital was a place for the elite. My parents were well to do and we lived in the capital. If you had the token everything was available for exchange. I had no idea how life was outside the capital. I learnt from a few books and news that life outside the capital was a hard and difficult one. This information did not prepare me for what I was about to encounter.
I set out to find the girl against the wishes of my family and friends. I had no idea where to start. I decided to travel south. I heard the vast and deep ocean lay to...
The severely malnourished child was on the verge of death. I quickly set up an IV to give him much needed nutrition and other supplements.
Hours later when he was stable I turned in anger upon the illiterate parents. " Why are you starving this child? He needs proper food! "
Tears dropped down the broken, skeletal man who stood before me with folded hands. "Look around you, Doctor Sahib, the land is dead. We have no food."
I will be turning a hundred in a few days. I am glad my memory is still intact. I cannot say the same about my body. Seventy five years in prison can do a lot of things to a man's physical and mental health. I must say I am lucky to be alive. Before I was set to prison I was training to become a doctor. I was a brilliant student. I was trained by the best in the field, the doctors who attended the masters and their loyal subordinates. I dropped out of medical school a few months before graduation. I had already learnt everything I needed to learn. That was not the reason I left. I had a recurring dream about a young girl pleading with me to save her life. I thought it was my duty to find that girl and save her.
At that time, the capital was a place for the elite. My parents were well to do and we lived in the capital. If you had the token everything was available for exchange. I had no idea how life was outside the capital. I learnt from a few books and news that life outside the capital was a hard and difficult one. This information did not prepare me for what I was about to encounter.
I set out to find the girl against the wishes of my family and friends. I had no idea where to start. I decided to travel south. I heard the vast and deep ocean lay to...
