“It
is going to be a long flight, If you want any special assistance, please do let
us know” Air Hostess’s voice was somehow comforting. Will I be able to make it?
The doubt was crippling inside my mind & stomach. Lets see, I smiled at her and closed my eyes. I heard the flight
taking off.
One
month back when I arrived at the same airport I was much less confident about
myself. The travel came out of a surprise, much late than I anticipated.
Sometime being late doesn’t mean anything, I was already late for my first
official trip, but my firm made sure it was luxurious.
The
first step inside the lush hotel room made me somehow gloomy, the feeling of
spending next four weeks alone made me sick. Rightly said money can’t buy you
everything, you need people to spend time with. But last two weeks had changed
me, for the second time in life I faced the fear of dying.
Two-Week Back
San
Francisco was chilly especially around the evening, walking by the side of 101
highway was great joy. One night I felt little cold while in sleep, but the
blanket was warm enough, but then in two days I was burning with hundred and
three degrees.
Many
a times I thought to dial nine one one
that night but I wanted to bear the extremity of my pain and so I could compare
if physical pain could ever me more excruciating than the pain of a shattered
soul. Every time the cramp inside my stomach jolted me or I vomited, I smiled,
there is nothing dangerous than a person with broken heart, he knows how to
survive, I too knew.
The
look of Doctor Ralphe was blank. He didn’t know how to tell it to me, he was
not even sure what the report said . When I said my dad is a doctor , he handed
the reports to me, I couldn’t believe it was mine, My score card were never so
screwed, Bilirubin levels of my blood
was abnormally high.
The
he asked me “ How far is your home?”
All
of a sudden I felt like a commando caught in enemy territory, the only way out
was closed when he requested me to call home and ask someone to come. I hardly
shed tears but I really hoped someone was by my side that time. I never felt ho helpless; there were a few who
could board the next flight if I had called but I decided to stay back at Hotel
and visit clinics for tests than getting admitted to hospital. Then the nurse
gave me my diet chart and it was virtually blank. The only three things written
over there was impossible for me to eat. I tried and vomited and then I found
the holy water “Gatorade”. For next seven days it kept me living. The only time
I left bed was to pee . The cool stars on the ceiling were my only friend.
Earlier Today
Two
weeks and eight kilos that I had lost recently and countless dollars of
hospital bills pending in my credit card, but I had enough. If I were to die I
would love to die in India only , I requested my doctor but he didn’t agree with
me but that didn’t stop me to book my tickets.
Had
heard about restraining orders , and I didn’t know if the doctor could issue
it, but I had my heart beating faster until the front wheel of the flight took
off ground . Next fifteen hours to Dubai and then another four to India. I knew
it was going to be the longest journey of my life when everything was upside
down.
Bella was the special flight attendant
for the people in need, to my surprise she had non-alcoholic energy drinks for
me as meal as I requested. The stomach cramps wouldn’t let me sit or sleep but
at 33000 feet above there were little alternate than chatting with flight attendants
at the read of the flight and I found them more real than our Indian
counterparts who think themselves as last beauty crown holder.
Well,
I reached Dubai and then to India. I never felt like home at Kolkata Airport before.
In next two hours I had my next flight to catch. I suddenly felt like a bash of
energy entered into me with the first breath of home air. I knew I would
survive this too. I had become a dangerous
man after all.
Bold and lovely narration dear.
ReplyDeleteIs it real or fiction ?
ReplyDeleteHa ha dangerous man ... Nice way to say a tough statement, this is what we love in you.
ReplyDeleteYou are back.. I am happy to see you dear writing .
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