The room was silent except for the droning sound of the fan overhead. It’s time it was retired, Deepa thought. Suddenly she felt her body go rigid. What was that? Turning around to Varun she asked, “Did you hear that?”
“What?”
“That sound that I hear?”
“Which sound? The cry of that child in
the next room?”
“No, it’s’ something else. Something I
can’t explain. Something sinister.”
Varun felt the medicines were to blame. He said,“Go to sleep. You are just imagining
things. Maybe you are tired out.”
Deepa thought, “Yes maybe I am imagining
things.” The day had been an eventful one. She had just stepped out of her house
when a speeding bike had almost collided with her. “Vroooooom…” the bike had
sped past her at top speed. “Thud,” she was there on the pavement. Before she
could collect her wits, a crowd had gathered around her. She could not make out
what was happening. The chatter of a hundred voices was adding to her
confusion. “Acchoo.” The intensity of that sneeze suddenly jolted her to
reality. She realized that she was lying there on the pavement with blood
splattered all around. Her head was bleeding profusely. Seeing the blood made
her dizzy. Yet, she was not one to give up so easily. She tried to get up,
embarrassed at being the topic of attention.
But before she realized it she let out a cry. “Aahh,” the pain was
intense. She could not stand. Never before had she felt so helpless.
“Tick, Tick, Tick.” What was that? Was she
again imagining things? No, it could not be. She had that gut feeling of
imminent disaster. No, she could not keep quiet. She had to wake up Varun. Had
to get him examine from where that sound came.
She called out to him. But he did not hear.
She tried again and again but to no avail. He was deep in slumber. “Bang,” went
the jug as it hit the door jolting Varun out of sleep and sweet dream.
A shocked Varun cried, “Are you crazy? Why did you throw the
jug?”
Desperate as she was, Deepa pleaded with him, “Varun listen, I can now hear that sound
clearly. Do concentrate and try to pick it up.”
At first Varun was hesitant to listen to her.
He only wished to get back to sleep and continue with the sweet dream that has
so abruptly been cut short with that “bang” on the door. But then something in
Deepa’s eyes forced him to listen to her. He strained his ears, keeping his
mind focused. There it was. “Tick, Tick, Tick.” He felt his body going taut.
What could that be?
He started to search frantically. Finally not
able to find the object of his investigation, he called in the duty
nurse.
“Yes Sir, any problem?”
“Sister, what is that sound?”
“Which sound, Sir? I hear nothing
unusual.”
“ Sister, that tick, tick sound.”
“Oh! That is just that clock on
the wall.
Deepa could no longer remain a mute spectator. She said, “Are you sure, Sister? But I did not
hear the sound till say half- an- hour back.”
Putting on her best smile the Duty Nurse explained, “You see Madam. You did not hear
it because till half- an- hour back the hospital was filled with various
sounds. Now that most of the patients are fast asleep and a blanket of silence
has fallen on the entire premises, the sound of the clock is loud and audible.”
Varun: “Ooh! Thank God.”
Deepa : “My, I am so relieved.”
The sign of relief on the face of the two
brought a smile on the lips of the Duty Nurse. Looking at them she said, “So
what did you expect- a bomb?”
Both Varun and Deepa looked at her sheepishly
just wishing she’d leave.
Once at the doorstep, she looked back and
said, “Don’t worry, you are in safe hands. Have a wonderful sleep.”
The door closed and they both burst into
laughter.
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