Birthday Miracle
Birthday Miracle Vijay Gopichandran Disclaimer: This blog is a deviation from what I usually write. This is an attempt at a fictional short story. “Sister, where is the gauze bin?” yelled Arumugam from the bedside. He was precariously standing with his hands in sterile gloves held up so that it doesn’t soil his 2000 rupees Arrow shirt. He was wearing a flimsy face mask, which did very little to shield the foul smell emanating from the foot ulcer that he was dressing that morning. Fine drops of sweat were oozing down from his forehead which now had wrinkled up with anger lines. He was irritated to note that he had meticulously packed everything required for this elaborate foot dressing, except extra gauze pieces. “These young house-surgeons are so inefficient. They don’t even know how to prepare for a dressing. In our times…..” started Kamala sister as she indignantly walked with a gauze bin towards Arumugam. “Doctor, you have been in this ward for more than ...