Neurological Needles

January 6, 2012 - 3 minutes read

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‎” I have enough of you , Every now and then you have problem with my dressing , my behavior , my language , my friends . it seems like my existence eats you , my sight irritates you , you hate each and every single thing of mine … ” with these words he slammed the door and rushed out of the home furiously .

Back there in the room the frail soul was engrossed in shock , a stream of tear flowed down that old wrinkled face and she couldn’t believe that her son … her blood … her life … her everything was saying that … He didn’t used to be like this before . He was the most obedient of the three sons but this transition ? it was simply meaningless … but answer to her question came in her mind flashing like a lightening bolt … it was “MONEY” yes that’s what blinded him ! But she clutched that roughly wrapped Autobot which she was about to give her on his birthday that was today . It was his favorite toy “Optimus Prime” he used to stand like him tall and proud and he was always adventurous and optimistic but he would change this much ? She couldn’t believe it …

She cried , just way too much … she took it to heart . Her breaths started slowing down , her vision started fading , her head was spinning … She felt an excruciating pain rushing her head and then everything went pitch black …

Luckily the maid forgot something while leaving … She found her lying on the floor un conscious , blood splattered all over . She screamed !!!

The son was in his office doing his night shift . A nurse told her that some old lady has been found drenched in blood and you need to operate her . He made faces but went with her …

The moment he saw the face of the old lady , his world came crashing down ! It was her mother and in her hands there was … this can’t be … it was his Optimus !!!

Less than a week ago she barely survived heart attack , Doctors said that one more attack could cause her brain hemorrhage . And now being the neurosurgeon he was in the Operation theater with his neurological needles operating his mom …

During operation he realized “ Sometimes we run after the money so blindly that we fail to see the love of our dear ones ”

Funny life … Ain’t it ?

Written by : Syed Ommer Amer