Written by Currently living in Lahore and working my way towards a post graduate degree in General Medicine, I sometimes feel like I am two people: the doctor and the writer. While I struggle with both aspects of my life every single day, I find that I still manage to surprise myself. And the people that I encounter constantly do the same. Whether they are good surprises or bad ones, one thing about life remains certain: it ain't over till it's over. Read more by this writer |
IronyDespair has many faces –
a pretty little thing dying because you passed the endotracheal tube into her oesophagus, for example
or a pregnant woman riddled with so many bullets that her unborn daughter has a hole for a heart
or even the van driver who kept running his cold sweaty fingers up and down your foot and never once choked on his Allah hu Akbar when driving over speed breakers;
it is easy to hush up these recollections: her time had come; better dead than orphaned; and you came home unharmed.
Harm is a funny little word that comes to mind when you threaten to slit your wrist open to get his attention. |
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