Chapter-11

The MBBS final exam was coming up. There was also some time off to prepare for the exam. The days are routine. Even in the midst of the routine in my life, sometimes there are exceptional waves. That is exactly what happened. One afternoon Sakhina came and told me that a woman had come to see me. However, he did not say why.

I brought the woman to my room. I put him in the chair. I sat on the bed. I said, what's the matter? Have you come to talk to me about any treatment? Although I am not a doctor yet, many people come to talk about medicine.

The woman stared at me for a while. I also watched him intently. He is middle-aged, probably his age around fifty. Poshake-Asha(in the dress) seems to be middle class. He is not supposed to come to me for treatment. Low-income people come to me.

Those who can't afford to see a doctor with money.

I asked again, have you come to see me?

The woman suddenly regained consciousness. He said, "Yes."

What is the reason for knowing?

You, I mean to see you.

You can tell me. But is there any reason to come see me?

What is the woman thinking? He said, your words always come in the papers. When the police rescue you from the side of the road

How do you know these things?

Everything came in the newspaper. When you were first in SSC exam, TV channels showed you.

What a surprise! Have you seen that?

Why? Is it wrong to see all this?

Not unfair. But I wonder why you are so interested in me?

It is a very common and natural interest.

I didn't think anyone was interested in me.

Why?

I was born as an abandoned person.

No one is born as an abandoned person.

I am still abandoned to society.

But you changed that society

You're going to be a doctor.

Why are you telling me these things? The purpose of your visit but I do not know.

I have no intention of coming.

So?

I just came to see you.

The woman got up from her chair and said, "Okay, come on."

He left without saying another word.

After he left, I was struck by an unknown surprise. Who is this woman? Why did he come to see me? What is the reason for his interest in all my things?

At one point I thought that there was only one person in the world who was interested in me. She is my mother.

She is my mother. But I don't have a mother. Was there a day? Am I born as a child of a mother? I know what! Can a mother ever abandon her child?

I don't know, I don't want to know.