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Sister Dash
Graceful Feet
Early hour hand over duties was a time of intensity for fraught night sisters relieved, and morning staffs to begin obligations.
Slightest error fatal to the entire services, for patients as well as persons employed. Thus, here responsibilities ruled the world of therapeutic.
Other than regular sisters spectacularly smart, every day efficient groups of private nurses wearing white belts and matching caps dispersed from the Matron’s office to different floors.
The nursing home was one very best with its manpower brigade and proficient administration.
An ambience of purity and youthful verve, it exuded power to heal, corridor of confidence.
Architecture matched happy smiles with sunshine pouring in abundance. One such morning it was an emergency for family Shah.
Industrialist Mr V Shah brought into the hospital slipped into coma. Struck by a heart attack struggling hard to survive; he had a squad of doctors and nurses teamed up determination to bring him back to normalcy.
Unconscious in the Intensive Care Unit of the Nursing Home in Alipore, his relatives summoned by the hospital authority to stay vigil round the clock grew nervous.
Though she tried, wife Mrs Pretty Shah could not hold back her tears. Her eyes were red with non-stop rubbing.
Occasionally her sister in law equally melancholic consoled her in a hushed tone.
Mr Vipul Shah’s eldest daughter Vinita never ever visited an intensive care unit in her 32 years of age.
By the grace of God till then all blessed with good health and happiness. At this sudden mishap numb with fears, she clasped her hands and let out unvoiced prayers.
Worried teenager Sweetie kept calling her ma Vinita, to know her grandfather’s condition while minding her little brother Sunny.
They could not go to school due to the urgent situation. Taking turns each family members masked and robed visited Mr Shah at his bedside. His condition however remained the same with no sign of improvements.
Every minute appeared to prolong. In the waiting room, kith and kin huddled together, around Vipul’s mother, who had a Bhagwat Gita in hand.
Glance fixed on see-through partition, Vinita was unable to move away from the doors of ICCU chamber.
Suddenly the horrifying happened. Rhythmic beep halted with a flat last call from the monitor.
To the confirming sign of activities of various machine indicators assuring of Mr V Shah’s existence in his body, a complete stand still.
He was dead!
Not losing seconds Sister Dash who was on duty immediately swung into action.
Off from her chair in a bounce shoes removed, she sprang onto the chest of huge Mr Shah and kept jumping like wild.
What a sight for the family members, when miracles have to happen! Right away, the indicators backed to functioning.
Mr Vipul Shah lived and began breathing.
The supportive machines helped control his bounce back to life and Sister Dash let out a sigh of relief.
Making note, she communicated with the doctor on duty. Her split second heroic saved a life.
The unbelievable happened in front of their eyes; Family Shah and friends broke down to tears of joy hugging each other.
Each one of them in turn touched Sister Dash’s life saving graceful feet and perched the dust on their head claiming the same as precious.
She was like a goddess to them. Soon after the incident, Mr Vipul Shah recovered.
In record time, he was out of ICCU and returned home completely cured of his ailment like in a fairy tale.
Such feats never go unrecognised. In appreciation later, the Matron awarded Sister Dash a certificate of honour at the Annual Day Function of the hospital.
While accepting the Award, humble Sister Dash gave all credit for such miracles in our life of healing to the most powerful Almighty.
