God Never Betrays the Heart that truly Loves Him.
If I could, I’d have put my hand forward through the counter and given my slip to the receptionist, Madam Yeshi. But then there’s a thing called decency, social norm and so on. So, somehow I’s able to control myself. When it’s my turn next, I requested her to send me to the best doctor available (Not fair, but there’re so many things in life which are not fair). With my work done, I left Reception and turned to the Chambers on the corridor. The sight that greeted me was not really hopeful. There’s a queue of people waiting outside Chambers 3 and 4. There were also people sitting patiently on the benches for their calls. I asked someone in the line if he’s the last in line. My query could at the most elicit an indifferent ‘yes’ from him. I took a seat on the bench nearby . At first I thought of making a call to Principal Sir telling him that I might be late for the next class, but he’s busy and I and decided against it. As I waited, a sharp looking lady standing in the que...