“Doctor I’m having a lot of problem these days”, he said. “Go on son, tell me everything”, said the doctor. “I have these nightmares where I see that I don’t have any thought in my mind, I can’t write anything, and I’m a poet for God’s sake! Do you understand how much trouble this is? There used to be a time when silence was so loud and so deafening but now it is lost somewhere in the noise around. Please help me for there is no other motive in my life other than this, stolen from me unfairly” he said.
“How long have you experienced this?” asked the doctor.
“It never was like this, I don’t know what happened today” said he.
“Were you on some kind of medication earlier?” asked the doctor.
“Yes I was prescribed two pills of pain daily, but the druggist is a very cruel lady. She denies me those little tablets which are so easily available to her”, he said.
“My child I’m afraid you are suffering from an incurable disease. You are addicted to pain and the cure you will get from that druggist only”, said the doctor.
“Is there a substitute doctor?”
“I’ll give you some medicines but the results I’m not sure of. These white pills are the substitute for memories on which you have suffered so long. These little pink ones are vitamin-Hope. Now, in addition to this you will have to get your heart checked. Tests will be done to find out how much of it can be revived”, said the doctor with a worried look.
“Thank you so much doctor. In the mean time I’ll try to persuade the druggist, who knows she might not be that cruel!”
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