Thursday 11 December 2014

Under one roof..


In the corner of the waiting room, there was a lady crying on the phone with her son, informing the hours left for the father..

Along the corridors, there were bunch of old but happy men, going one room after another, picking up their gang for the morning walk, laughing away like nothing in the world mattered..

In one of the room, there was a dedicated wife, secretly wiping her tears, trying to put up a smile, hoping to fool the husband, dying in bed..

In another room, there was a secret party going on, when the entire village decides to visit, the head of the clan sick in bed..

Next to him was the old lady left alone, always looking up the door with so much hope, each time a person walks into the room..

And then there was a guy who's been there forever, educating the newcomers seriously, lecturing on the do's and dont's..

On the doorway, there was a happy daughter, smiling ear to ear, she can now take her mommy home..

Everyone becomes friends, everyone is a relative.. What race? What religion? Everyone just care, for one another..

All under the one roof.. All under the leaking roof..


Lilo

2 comments:

N.e.m.o said...

poignant.. you are right... somehow in hospitals, new friendships forge easily and people watching just goes on a new, more profound level.

Anya said...

this is beautifully written