I spent most of last week in the Holy Family Hospital,i've been visiting my aunt in the ICCU and my close friend's father in the ICU..running up and down the stairs from the 4th floor to the 1st and back up has been a journey,a long tiring one...hoping that all will be well soon and that il be out of this hell hole soon...it's funny how me refer to a Hospital building as a landmark when we just pass it but we so easily forget how many lives are getting affected in that place...on the day my aunt got discharged i was walking down to the Insurance desk to clear few papers and i saw 2 wardboys bring a body out of the ward on a strecher,the man must've easily been 85,his family just stood there with stoned eyes,without tears,almost as if it would be obscene to mourn an impending expected happening like the one they were witnessing...seeing the lifeless body of that man did affect me not strongly but in a subtle way...i went along and got done with the formalities ASAP,i was just pleased to get my aunt out of there...i hate the undertone of death that's always present in a hospital it leaves me morose...hope my life doesn't end in one.
PS-i lost my Nana in this very hospital 12 years back,i still hate this place.
