Short story
The visitors' bench
Sachitra MAHENDRA
I was taking a stroll down the hospital alley. The scene was
amazingly arresting. How can or dare you portray a hospital as something
'amazingly arresting'? But this is what I have seen. Probably, because
the hospital was still hemmed in early hours of the day. My walk-mates
seemed to be reveling in too.
When I reached the main entrance, that was a different scene. The
medical staff was occupied with patient-affairs. Gosh, these folks are
real eager beavers. They have got to work even before seven.
I don't wake up that early to get to work - well, save special
occasions. To wake up early and get ready for work? I would rather sleep
under my dear duvet with clothes on ready for work - that will be the
finest thing in the world.
I was almost stepping into the entrance, when I spotted a Morris
Minor being reversed. The picture was somewhat disturbing - a man's legs
were hanging outside the front shutter. I did not want to see this
sight. You never know when will these nasty nurses and attendants drive
you away. They are worse than doctors, who - er... - are all right in a
way.
I sat on visitors' bench. Oops... I forgot to say why I am here in
the first place. 'Thousand apologies', because I was basking in the
morning beauty to the hilt. My mother had a little difficulty in
breathing, so my sister in law insisted she should be nebulized. We had
to rush her off to the hospital. After the nebulizer thing, she had to
see the doctor for consultation, which made me wait more time on the
visitors' bench.
Remember, I came straight away to the visitors' bench without waiting
to see what's going on. Yet I was craving to see what's at hand.
Suddenly the staff started running here and there in a frenzy. The man
of those legs - chap must be close to 40 - was wheeled in on a
stretcher, someone pumping his heart.
At length, a woman I presumed should be his wife, was escorted to the
bench. The nurse looked at me as if to say 'keep her engaged' - she was
too busy to do it herself. To have a male stranger to console a woman in
distress? But such things should happen.
My parents had advised me not to talk to any stranger lest they would
kidnap me. This woman was too sober to kidnap me. I really needed to
talk to her. A late adolescence experience came back to me out of
nowhere. I must have been somewhere close to 15 when I tried to talk to
that girl. She gave me a glare, and I wished I would have been better
off in hell. That was nonsense to me, an adult now. But still I had no
inkling how to open up a talk with a women in distress. There should be
a starting point.
"Your husband?"
"Yes, he kept so well, even last night. But suddenly he was silent.
He wasn't even breathing properly."
My first attempt worked just fine. I am pleased.
"Why, what's wrong with him?"
"No idea. But Nirmala has been drinking a lot lately."
"Really?"
She was almost in tears.
"You know Malli, he never touched alcohol, when we first met. My
cousins spoiled him. He is a very mild person. He easily gets stoned, he
is not even used to heavy drinks. I curse those bastards for doing such
a thing to him."
She was sobbing.
"I think I will never see him alive again."
A woman pouring her heart out to a stranger so placidly, when her
husband is wrestling with death. I could hardly figure out what kind of
a wife this woman could be.
"No, Akka he will be all right. Don't worry."
"Do you know what he told me last night. And those are the last words
he spoke to me. How am I going to bear this, tell me?"
"He will be all right, don't worry." What else could I have said
other than the same set of words?
"He wanted to go to a movie and spend the day together. Only two of
us."
"Any special reason?"
"Today's our 15th wedding anniversary."
Now this came like a stab on my heart - I felt lump in my throat.
Come on you got to ease her pangs; I was raking my brains for words of
comfort.
"He drank a lot. I hated him for that. But he always cared for me. He
never had a meal alone. Last night he said, Lalitha, I can't wait for
tomorrow to dawn, and went to sleep, never to speak again."
Why is this woman telling me everything? I wanted to soothe her with
my hand on her shoulder. She would not mind, I knew it for sure, but
others would give me stares. I glanced over her, and our eyes met.
"Don't worry, everything will be all right. Has it happened before?"
"He survived two attacks. But something tells me he is not going to
beat it this time."
"Why do you think so?"
"Something tells me. I don't know."
"Don't take what comes to your mind seriously. You have got panicked.
This is a first class hospital and your husband is under the supervision
of qualified doctors. You have got absolutely nothing to worry."
"Let's see. Anyway I am sorry I could not ask what you have come here
for. I loaded you with all my stuff."
"My mother's having a breathing difficulty. She will be all right.
Thanks."
Silence grew between us. I could not think up of anything to carry on
the talk.
"Look after your mother well. Luckily I have two kids from him. I
loved and cared for him. I have never been unfaithful to him."
"I know, even if we hear what we don't like, don't worry. You have
done everything for him. He will never curse you from the grave. You can
still live with that memory."
Where am I getting at? Words slip in without any forethought.
"I know. That's a great relief. I know I can live with that memory. I
gave out my whole self to him. He drank, but he cared for me. He cared
for me! He had never spoken aloud to me. He was such a good man. I want
my sons to be like him one day."
"That memory will hang over you. You'll be all right. He will be with
you all throughout your life."
My throat was aching. I managed to keep on talking this far, but now
I have reached out the borderline. The distant figure of the doctor
seemed sight for sore eyes - ironically. She fished out a visiting card
from her handbag.
"This is my husband's visiting card. Funeral will be at the residence
address. See you Malli then. You are a godsend one - I wish I had a
brother like you. I would not recover this shock if I didn't have you to
share my feelings. Nirmala and I are forever grateful to you for that."
I stood up, for I could not stay here any longer. But still my ear
was elsewhere...
"I am sorry Madam..."
"I know doctor. I was half expecting that."
Mother must have gone to see her doctor. I have to wait for her. I
stepped out to breathe in the morning serenity. Minutes seem to trickle
in, yet the morning was still arresting! |