Author: Editor

Another April evening. High above, the clouds, the colour of soot, as if they had been born of the smoke from the trains that rattled past the length of the city, piled up in the fading light and glowered down upon the hoardings, the buildings lit up for the night, the streets teeming with cars, buses, autos and trekkers

The sister in charge rushed out of her office. The housekeeping staff seemed to be having a
battle royale in the middle of the postnatal ward and in the middle of the visiting hours too.
Somebody had left the trolley in the labour room or left a patient in radiology or medicines in the
store