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Hospital-The New Home

 Hospital – The New Home



It is another random Tuesday for Ishita. She is sitting beside the window and gazing outside her room. A momma bird who is feeding her child on that banyan tree. These days she feels nature more, which she didn’t even care about earlier.

She had tested covid positive two weeks before. It becomes less scary though as the positive cases of covid are increasing day by day in the country. But, for Ishita when she was admitted to the hospital six days later due to her sudden health deterioration; she got a surprise at the age of 30 that she got a tumor in her brain which formed cancer. She couldn’t believe just an a4-size page from the hospital can change her life this way! 

For a woman aged thirty, life is much brighter than the hospital lights. Her list of adventures, films to watch, things to do for her family, her parents all become stuck for the current time. The doctors are saying her situation is critical as her body is fighting covid and cancer. Cancer’s cells are not allowing to create anti-bodies, which became a serious problem! 

Ishita sees various types of people come here, from different age groups, some go back home, some couldn’t make it that way! Her life finds a new home in this small room with too many tubes, medicines, those white curtains, regular visits of doctors and nurses, and she has learned to live in the typical hospital smell. She doesn’t really know how many days she has to stay here, or whether she can ever manage to see a sunset from her own balcony! The only thing she understands now is how to live in the moment. Maybe a bit lately, but learning is important. 

We may make tons of wish lists, but we can’t ignore the present. Life is a rare opportunity to observe and feel. Ishita started walking on that journey with the sunshine called 'Hope'. It is strange, how a pandemic gave her a new perspective, a new shade of thinking.

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