V.Subramanian shares a thought-provoking piece on the waiting rooms in a hospital and how the perspective towards life changes once one enters them.
The air was thick with tension as I sat in the hospital waiting hall, anxiously glancing at my watch again and again. It had been quite some time since my wife was wheeled into the operation theatre for a surgical procedure. Time seemed to become still at this point. Each second seemed stretched into an endless hour.
The doors of the OT had closed behind my wife with a gentle finality, leaving me outside with only my thoughts and a profound sense of helplessness.
I began pacing up and down the corridor. Occasionally, I stopped near the nurses’ station, hoping for some update, but the staff responded with a rehearsed tone, “We will let you know as soon as we get an update”.