Knock....knock....
Rajeev walked up cursing the visitor who at this,"damn... shit" the clock showed 2 "Who now"
he got out of bed he'd just been to sleep after a tiring day and that accident case had to refer it to medical college ,a stressful day and when there just was a hope to find some rest this
knock...knock...
"Excuse me sir,its urgent please"
a well demenoured voice from outside ,whatever shagginess was with Rajeev curiousity overpowered for it was a sharp timber it seemed like a bank manager ,in this crunch of dawn............ any way he opened the door
it was a well dressed man or even just a boy not more than 23 ,dressed in john players checkered shirt and cross fade Levis jeans he was qiute handsome, his hair shone burgundy bits in the flourescense ,a clean shaved face and..and...his eyes....jet black
his mere prescence brought an aura, it was like a vibe of flow to the young doctor
"X cuse me doctor ,sorry to wake you up..er... it was an emergency" he said
"it better be" rajeev said grumpily he could have sworn his eyes were the colour of a tomato, wonder what they are nowadays
"Sir, may i come in" he entered the living room
"you surely did"rajeev said flaring
"Sorry never ment to intercept you ,do you mind giving me some help"
"i may as you see its 2 in the morning can't you wait for the day?"
"as i said its an emergency sir"
"then spill it"
"i don't know how to say"
"sorry cure for AIDS is not out yet"
"Its not joking matter sir"
"I'm sorry" rajeev said never feeling it he just wanted to get some sleep and for that now he had to get rid of him
"I'm an IT professional,and i am in need of some money"
"well its a very good time to ask money for" rajeev was losing his temper
"well sir i was thinking about selling my kidney i have 2 haven't i so why 1 in spare"
if rajeev had any sleep left in him this man made sure he wont get it for the next few days
he didn't know whether it was the calmness of his voice or the coldness in his eyes as he said it that disturbed him the most or the fact he got a kidney for the operation on monday
"you......what...,"
"sir i was planning to sell my kidney " he said as if some one asked him the time
"well come to the hospital tomorrow,sure there are buyers waiting" rajeev tried to smile but it ended up pretty like a grin
"well how much can i get"
"around a lakh " he felt like a real estate brocker sitting there
for the first time rajeev thought the visitor was tensed he swarmed his hair with his fingers
"well that may not be enough what could i sell more" he bore with his eyes rajeev felt the coldness in his eyes ,it made his heart melt
"well of course an eye ,surely i can manage with one can't i"
Rajeev felt the coldness in his voice again it was like a shiver it felt to be from deep his heart if he hadn't studied medical sciences he could have sworn that this man had not heart or atleast it died 10 years ago ;he was so cold
"why don't you sell your bike you sure have one"
"well its the latest yamaha r-15 but i need it to go to the office,now what about the eye and the liver too i think" he's was speaking as if he's exchanging game cd's
"well if you are so keen then why dont you sell half your body you surely may not need it full will you?" rajeev said irritated and frustrated and also tensed by the hollowness of the gentleman in front of him;and bieng tired figthing with his eyelids now .
"can i "
for an addition to the first things seen today; he smiled- it felt like the start of a downpour,coudn't wonder how long it had been since this man smiled it reached his eyes which gave a sparkle.
"well why cant you" rajeev's answer was to the fact or fiction ,an array of corresponding thoughts
"well can i be at the hospital tomorrow " he was enthusiastic as a 9 year old going to the park
"why tomorrow there is a saw mill nearby why don't you go there and have it halved" rajeev started seeing pluto and saturn, his legs were shaking as a drunked's drama
"well thanks for the advice pal i appreciate it ,here" he kept a 1000 rupee note and rushed out
rajeev felt like under being a thunder bolt,the only difference being it never strikes a place twice,where as his mathematics imbibe upon 'infinite' as the scene permutes for possiblities here.
"hey your name mr.."
he was long gone, not from rajeev's mind though for long spears to come; was it a dream ,or did it really happen he was sure it was'nt a dream as he felt sleepy you don't feel sleepy when you dream you sleep well so that would mean back to bed ,the one thing he seems to enjoy nowadays 'sleep'
so he wen't to bed to be sterilized at the dawn ,yet he wondered what that man's name was
.........................rahul........vishnu...........ebin........... or anything,could it be ,no idea ,that man too might have had dreams like Rajeev had of becoming a singer, but parents,the brutal assasin of severe hopes-responsiblity,society and all those wicked cunningness that goes with it.
he drifted of to sleep as if it was his destiny ,the dream of his parents:for which 'he' spent sleepless nights as a student is a brutal reality ,the true colours are not always wonderful,a late realization perhaps.
Little did he care that not too far away at "SHARAN WOOD MILLS" a stranger had just started the mill's electric saw ,which was amplified by a thud scream.
