Last night, i was in a hospital as an year old kid had a small accident. Small in the sense, it was an injured small finger.Just as I reached the hospital, the doctor was explaining all possible scenarios – including partial amputation. Speechless for a couple of moments, it was unnerving to be in the room, look at the kid…..i could have left for home, but did not, instead offering to help in any way i can. At about 2, i went to a colleague’s house nearby to sleep – but could not sleep till i got the news that the surgical processes went off well and the finger has been saved.

Why i was so anxious is something i cannot get. I’d never met the kid before, i cannot claim to be the best of friends with the kid’s parents, and honestly would not have cared for someone else’s problem. Or so, i thought.

Maybe, i am just more human than i think i am……