This morning as I walking past the usual crowd, I found it easier than usual to ignore them. Such strong were the thoughts inside that the cacaphony outside due to monkeys attacking the garbage made little difference.
So when she stopped me to talk, I was slow to respond. “Can you check if they fed him milk since morning ? Just see if there is open bottle of milk lying near his bed.” We know each other now. I am there for #9 and she is there for bed #7 and that is all we need to know. Over the past four days, we haven’t even exchanged names and doesn’t even seem important. I had no intention to go inside the ICU but now I was sure to go and check on the Anurag, her less-than-an-year old boy. I told her that when I saw him last evening he was playful and continuously moved his arms and legs and that often invited the nurses around him to also come play with him. I felt it must be important for her to know that he plays and observes the room and interacts with things around, even if they are his oxygen mask or the tubes around him.