After monitoring the patients, Nihan entered ICU. There was a twenty-year-old boy lying in a bad condition with no signs of recovery in ventilator. She put the files on the table and moved toward him. She checked his pulse and called the nurse and asked.
"Do any of this child's relatives stand outside?"
"Yes doctor, His mother "
"Tell her to come in"
The nurse went out and after two minutes A forty five-year-old woman entered the ICU. Nihan watched her. Tired face , Fatigued body and half of her hair was grey.
The woman stood beside her son who was lying on the bed and placed her hand on his head with care. She was trying hard to stop her cry.
"Doctor, Did my child ask for me? When will he open his eyes?" She asked Nihan. Nihan couldn't answer as if the words were tired to come out. As the grief subdued the voice.
"Did he eat something?" She asked again.
"Yes he did, And did you eat anything aunt?"
"How can I eat something when he is lying here like this?" She started crying. Nihan pressed both of her shoulders consoling her.
"Aunt, do not worry and come with me"
***
"why are you still a bachelor.., doctor?" Mira asked Dr.harshad who was checking a patient. He laughed at her quick questioning.
"Injection please.." it dissappointed her. She gave the injection she had prepared earlier to the patient.
"oh, I think you have a problem telling me about your personal stuff" Mira said in a sad tone. He turned to meera and gently asked. "what do you want to know Mira?"
"you are such a hot, cool and handsome doctor, but still a bachelor. why?."
"because.... I haven't find my dream girl yet.."
He ended the rounds and walked out of the ward. Mira followed him.
"And what is it?" An excited Mira asked.
"what?"
"your dream girl. What are you expecting from her?" He laughed at her question. But Mira was not willing to give up her excitement.
"Tell me doctor, I really want to know.. A person like you who looks like Arnold will have some special demands. Maybe I can find the right woman for you"
He smiled again and after a deep breath he said. "Then listen carefully Mira, A girl with innocent smile, pure thoughts, And with full of love and kindness. She must be different from everyone."
"Really? What kind of demands are these?
'A girl who looks like a model, who can speak English fluently' , I thought you would say something like that. It's like we can never find such a girl these days." Mira sighed in frustration.
"Find if you can" He said challenging her.
"I am really sorry doctor, No one can find a girl with these demands. You will be... " Mira stopped suddenly as she remembered something.
"What happened?" Dr. Harshad laughed out loud.
"Nothing, you go ahead doctor. i have something to do here."
"Okey then , see you. And don't forget to find my dream girl."
Mira watched him wearing the stethascope around his neck and walk away. Thoughts entangled in her heart. And finally her melancholy lips murmered one name. "Nihan".
***
Mohit opened the gallery of his phone and looked at the photos he had already taken. A creepy smile spread across his face. He selected her photos one by one.
At the same time, a stranger hit his shoulder and slipped. The phone in his hand fell to the floor and scattered. Mohit angrily grabbed his collar and screamed.
"You son of ***.. Don't you have eyes to see?"
"I am sorry, i was in a hurry buddy." Mohit pushed him away. And picked up the parts of his scattered mobile phone. He tried to turn it on after setting it up. But it was totally damaged. So no matter how hard he tried, he could not turn it on. It made him angry. There was intense hatred in his eyes because of his failure.
"she is a lucky ***" he squeezed his phone in his hand angrily.