TEJASHWINI
My Parents were frantically moving around with X-Rays and reports of all the medical examinations that I’ve been through lately.
None could tell me what my problem exactly is, at least, not as of now.
I sat in one of those hospital chairs, restless of all the hustle-bustle around me, but the inability to do so in me. I held on to my stomach that was burning like hell. I felt like having been placed inside a hot oven to be baked as a cookie.
“Ouch!” I yelled in utter pain.
My Mum grimaced. She came to my side and handed me the water bottle.
“Must be ulcer. Don’t worry, we’ll get rid of it somehow,” she consoled me.
My digestive tracts cooled down a bit, once I slurped down the cold water.
Yet, the burning lingered. Continue reading