I am still allergic to you

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It was well past 11pm. I was hungry, tired and my shift had just started. Junior resident doctors don’t have an enviable life. Especially not when you are a working in a trauma and emergency hospital located right next to a major traffic signal in a metro city.

Damn the guy who ordered that pizza. And the thunderstorm that took down the traffic lights. The pizza delivery guy seemed in a hurry to go down, literally and figuratively. But he did not go down alone. He took down two cars and a cycle with him. Not to mention the 4 pizzas he was carrying. What a waste, I thought as my stomach growled. The entire floor was empty as all the surgeons were in the operation theatre handling the half a dozen emergency cases. I was left out to handle the other less serious cases that pop up once in a while. Am I the only one wondering about the guy who had ordered that pizza?

There was a knock on the door. My stomach churned. I looked up as Eve stepped in. I recollected that in the olden days, my stomach used to churn after I looked at her, not before. Clearly, I had moved forward.

The surprise on her face was evident as her freshly eye lined eyebrows popped up just for a second. She had not expected to see me as the duty doctor. I looked at her eyebrows as they arched over her eyes which were faintly outlined by smudged mascara. Clearly she was in too much of a hurry to carry her umbrella. I followed the raindrop that gently trailed off her wet hair onto her temple and down the gentle slopes of her high cheekbones. In addition to the usual radiance, her skin was showing signs of some sort of allergic rash.

“Oh I am sorry; I didn’t know you work here now. I can go to someone else if it is a problem”, she said in a formal yet polite tone.

Always eager to walk out on me, whether in a bedroom or in a hospital. Eve hadn’t changed one little bit in four years.

“There is no one else available right now. Pizza delivery emergency. I mean, accident emergency due to pizza delivery. That rash looks like a minor food allergy. You were always prone to it weren’t you? Do come in. I am sure we can fix it up”, I said with all the amiability I could muster. I recollected how things had ended up the last time I assured her that I could fix something.

 She walked in and sat down gingerly in front of me.

“Lie down please” I said and waved towards the recliner. I had said this exact sentence to her many times in the past in a totally different context. Except for the “please” of course. I looked at my watch as I checked her pulse. For once I was disappointed that my patient didn’t have an increased heart rate.

“What did you eat this time? Doesn’t look like olives”, I said and began to understand the importance of past experience in my profession.

“No, I think it is coconut. It was very finely grated and I did not notice it.”

She must have been on a date. She never wears her spectacles on a date. No wonder she didn’t see the finely grated coconut. Perhaps I should prescribe contact lenses to her.

“Just a minor allergic reaction. Doesn’t look like anything serious. We might have to give you an injection and things should be fine in about an hour”, I pronounced my judgement.

She sat up straight and looked at me wide eyed. She always did that when she was really paying attention. “Isn’t there anything that doesn’t involve a needle?” she asked as she tried her best to hide even the slightest hint of a plea in her tone.

I diagnosed myself with selective amnesia and said “None that I am aware of” and managed to maintain a neutral expression. I know she hates needles.

She gazed up at the upper left corner of the room. I knew there were cobwebs and spiders there. I wondered whether the spiders had caught any prey tonight. Judging by the look on her face, I assumed that she saw at least a couple of moths dangling from the spider webs. She sat and fiddled absent-mindedly with the ring on her finger. I don’t know what made her more anxious. The prospect of getting an injection or the fact that she could see a spider web in a dirty corner of a room and not shout at me for it. Reluctantly, she turned towards me and curtly nodded her approval for my treatment.

“Just wait here, while I get the injection” I said and walked out of the room all the while trying to hide the spring in my step that was just urging to burst forth. I was finally beginning to enjoy my job. I think I will have pizza for dinner tonight after this is over.

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Epilogue 

The above short story (if you can call it that) was written as part of a session at Write Club on the 28th of March, 2015. It was hosted by Ashish and the overall theme was “Memories and Nostalgia”. The actual writing prompt I had received was “The doctor puts a hand on your arm and says: We can save only you or the baby”. It was a little hard for me to imagine myself in this situation, so I decided to deviate slightly from it in my actual story.

Thanks to Write Club, I managed to meet a lot of talented writers and there were many pieces read out in that session that I happened to enjoy. I thought it would be nice to share links to those who might have an online presence.

Ashish, the host of today’s session blogs here.

Kartik blogs at tumblr and reviews books and movies.

As always, this piece cannot end without giving credit/blame to Nikita for introducing me to Write Club. In this particular session, she happened to write a piece that I happen to rate as my second favourite of all her works that I have read so far. I failed to convince her to post it online. So, perhaps it is appropriate to mention that my favourite work by Nikita is her series Cycle Chronicles. In case you have not gone through it already, I strongly recommend reading it for the quirky humour and the unique characterisation of her inimitable blue cycle.

A Gripping Dinner

Prologue 

This post was written as part of another session at Write Club. The prompt was to write something that describes emotions. The point was to “show” rather than “tell” what the characters are feeling.

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It was a fancy restaurant meant for a fancy date. Light salsa music played in the background. She sat in front of him and occupied most of the foreground. The dancers on the stage floated with grace under the expensive chandeliers. The dancing partners seemed to move in perfect synchronisation with each other.

“I want you to open up to me”, she said as she ran her fingers over his knuckles. Her lips curved in a gentle smile. Her lips glowed a luscious red and the shade perfectly complemented her ruby necklace that adorned her slender neck. The long necklace accentuated her cleavage in the deep necked cocktail gown that she wore.

Normally, whenever she looked this ravishing, he would be filled with the one primal instinct and base desires of the flesh. Today, he was filled with two primal instincts.

One instinct lay below the belt and one above. No doubt she looked scrumptious. But, the fish finger appetisers lying between them on the table looked delicious too. Piping hot, crunchy looking on the outside, hiding a tender treasure of flesh that would just melt in his mouth. The aromas in the restaurant made it even more inviting and irresistible.

But he did not dare take his hand from under her gentle grasp, especially not when she was in this “I want you to open up to me” mood. He swallowed his saliva along with feelings that he had swallowed earlier like hunger, pride, reasoning and a numb butt cheek and nodded curtly.

“Is it so hard to utter a few words in response?” she said in a slightly raised voice. He noticed the signs of the impending emotional thunderstorm. Her lips which were curved upwards at the ends in a gentle smile earlier in the evening went to being a straight line. Her breathing had quickened. Her fingertips which were caressing his knuckles were replaced by her fingernails.

He was thirsty but there was no time to reach for the water glass.

“I am listening and I understand what you are saying” he said with a croaky voice and tried to clear his long thirst parched throat.

She sat back and said, “Why are you finding it so hard to speak to me then?” The volume was the same but the pitch had more tenderness this time. He breathed a sigh of relief. The first landmine in the vast minefield of emotions that is a woman was dodged without significant damage.

Her lips went from being a straight line to a squiggly line. The eyes widened and the eyeliner outlined the enlarged contours of her eyes. He thought he saw an opportunity in the silence and tried to reach for the glass of water. Suddenly her eyes went moist and threated to do worse.

He had already reached for the glass of water. He had stepped on a mine. Bringing the glass towards himself would set off the bomb. So he pushed the glass towards her gently and said “Here drink some water, let me explain”

“Look, if you are thirsty, you can drink the water, don’t force you opinions on me like your mother’ she said, the fingernails digging harder into his knuckles. “No, I am not thirsty”, he said and dodged the trap and let go of the water glass. He moved his hand on her hand and hoped to relieve the sore knuckles on his other hand. “Look, no one is trying to force their opinions on you, if you don’t like the venue chosen by my mother, I can talk to her”

“You know that I always wanted an open air reception for our wedding with a barbeque dinner. Just imagine how delicious all the barbeque sauces and spices would smell on grilled meat”, and leaned forward on the table, adding fuel to both his desires.

Her eyes widened, the lips curved again in a smile and this time the luscious lips parted to allow a view of pearly white teeth. She sat bouncing in her seat and visibly shaking with anticipation. He could do nothing but sit with a different form of anticipation as her grip only tightened with the frenzy of her excitement.

She stood up suddenly and said, “This is why I tell you to open up to me more often. See how you melted away all my fears? I almost forgot about the food amidst all this. In fact, I think I don’t feel hungry at all right now. Do you want to dance?” she winked and swayed suggestively.

He looked at her hourglass figure and the glass of water still lying on the table between them. He wondered which one of his desires would be satiated first tonight as the light salsa music continued to play in the background.

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 Epilogue 

Acknowledgement: All credit/blame goes to Nikita for introducing me to Write Club and for encouraging me to put up my writings from the sessions on my blog.

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