The Waiting Chair Outside the OT

The day before was filled with laughter—playing with her and the little one, thanking the Almighty for such positive vibes and joyful moments. It felt like everything in life had aligned perfectly, like the universe paused just to let us breathe in happiness.

But today, the atmosphere had shifted. She was scheduled to be admitted for a medical procedure. The doctor had reassured us—it would last just two to three hours and that gave us some relief, a temporary sense of calm.

Hospitals, though, have a strange way of bending time. Logic and planning seem to vanish the moment you step inside. Everything you thought you could control begins to slip through your fingers.

We reached the hospital on time, as advised, so the procedure could begin after an hour. But hours passed. No updates. No doctor. Doctor was still caught up in an emergency operation elsewhere. And so, we waited. Powerless.

It wasn’t until after 5hrs that the doctor finally arrived. That’s when she started walking towards the operation theatre. My heart, steady just moments before, began to pound like it was being ripped from my chest. I knew everything was going to be fine—or at least, I told myself that. But fear has a way of creeping in, even when reason tries its best to hold the line.

As she slowly disappeared behind the OT doors, I felt the world go still. The doors shut with a soft but heavy clink—a sound that echoed louder than anything else in that moment.

I sat down outside the OT, staring at that closed door like it held the answers to everything. My mind kept whispering reassurances, trying to calm the storm inside me. But my heart—it wasn’t listening. It felt like a piece of me had been taken away.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but they stayed there, burning silently, drying before they could fall.

Time passed, but it didn’t feel like it. The clock ticked, yet it felt frozen. In that waiting chair, I learned something that no textbook could teach: the real suffering doesn’t always happen inside the OT. Sometimes, the hardest place to be is right outside it.

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Madness

Didn’t know what would come next

Headed ahead like there was no tomorrow

Started from scratch without bothering about the stretch

Full of risk, full of uncertainty

Days were like flipping pages

Passing on but making noises with every turn

Like pages sometimes it didn’t make sense

Although all were connecting dots to complete the story

Likewise things didn’t go like it was supposed to be

But that was madness which made it possible in the end

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