GENELIA
"Hello, I'm Mrs Genelia"
"Yes, who do you want to meet?"
"Mr Aswin Singh"
The rceptionist looked it up and nodded, "Room 504"
I rushed throught the stairs, dodging crying babies and old people accompanied by youngsters. How annoyingly nice. I rushed through nurses carrying trays of needles, and doctors with prescriptions. A bunch of people lay crowded near certain doors, bawling their eyes out. Amidst all these, a scent of chemicals and medicines and syrups intermingled in the air.
Finally at the end of fifth floor, fourth room.
I stopped and leaned to make eye contact through the glass pane.
He lay on the bed, a needle giving him an IV injection through the arm.
I had managed to cover myself up in a mask and a cap.
And made my way inside, to meet a Mrs Indira, a lady wit
