Doctor Shahab

It was one fine evening of June, Dr. Goswami was planing to start for home. He looked up and rain drops tapped on his thick glasses. It started to drizzle. 

Dr. Goswami started thinking for a moment while clearing his glasses. After deeply analysing the intensity of rain and the distance, he has to cover. He kicked his scooter couple of times and left.

Wind and rain slashed at Dr. Goswami as he approached his house. After parking his scooter and covering, it with a big plastic. He entered his house fully drenched. 

Off course, his analysis went wrong. A stream of rain was splattering on the patio and then a bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom. There was no electricity.

He dried himself and prepared a warm cup of tea. While sipping his tea, he picked up today’s newspaper and started reading it in dim candle light.

“Bamm..Bamm”, someone knocked the door with full force. Dr. Goswami, who sailing through stars by now stumbled upon earth. The speed of knocking was increasing with time. He adjusted his glasses, looked at his wrist watch with ajar eyes and started walking towards door in dilemma.

“Thudd..”  Sound came, as someone on the other side pushed the door with full force and Dr. Goswami hit the chair few meters away from main door.

“Doctor Shahab, please help me, I have been shot. Please help..” a panicked voice hit his ear drums, while he searching for his glasses.

After his glasses back on, he saw the man was approaching towards him with a gun in his right hand. Dr. Goswani was frozen for a moment before he realised the man was shaking his shoulders and pleading for help.

“I can’t..” Dr. Goswami broke the silence. These were his first words this evening.

“Why? Can’t you see I am bleeding” it was a loud agonizing voice.

“I don’t know..” Dr. Goswami replied.

“Don’t play smart with me.. There is a doctor board outside your door..” The man pointed his gun on Goswami’s head.

“I told you I cannot, I don’t even know proper first aid..” Goswami shouted in fear.

“Don’t lie, you have to take out this bullet and save me. If I die you die..Doctor” Man held his collar and shouted.

“Why don’t you understand? I am a doctor but not a medical one. I just have a doctorate degree in literature you fool. “ Goswami yelled.

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