1 The Darkness of Light

It was a night of early October and when the air was covered in a blanket of cold and loneliness. I was at the edge of my life; ready to free from it . My brain was revolving around thoughts mixed with both fear and tranquility, it could be said I was really not in my senses drowned in the air of intoxication and agony. My life never had been a easy one and nor is going to be one; dumped in debts, beaten with shame and broken with betrayal of loved ones. I was standing on the edge of 22nd floor of my flat; ready to do the leap of faith and my toes are already off the edge. I was going to throw my body down the terrace when a strong siren banged my ears and almost immediately an ambulance rushed to the entrance of my flat. Noises started, people rushed and suddenly the atmosphere was filled with a strange yet appealing call for me. I rushed to the ground floor and tried to get the talk of the crowd; all were looking towards the third floor room no 3136 and two compounders rushed with a body on a stretcher past me. Yes, looks like someone tried to find peace just like I was trying few minutes ago. The freebird was no other than the renowned actress and entrepreneur Ms Survi Ghoshal and many people pasted like sheep to see what happened. Usually I am not the type of person who interferes in other's life, but I rushed to the ambulance and asked one compounder, "What happened to her?" He replied in a fast yet steady voice, "She tried to commit suicide by taking too many sleep pills and when she didn't not open the door after many calls; the staff broke the door and called for ambulance." By saying this, he rushed to the ambulance and hurried towards the hospital. After few minutes I was at the entrance of the renowned hospital of Mumbai "Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital ", the guard opened the door for me and after my entrance I rushed towards the emergency ward and enquired about Survi. The nurse responded, "She is out of danger for now, but she still needs rest." As I was about to go to her room, she asked, "Where is your coat? Dr. Harsh " I said that I forgot it at home. Yes, I am Dr Harsh Bhardwaj, the renowned surgeon and medical prodigy of Mumbai, ready to handle the case of Ms Survi Ghoshal....