THAT'S DAY

It was raining lightly in the afternoon, with a cup of hot tea in hand, and I suddenly remembered that day. I forgot to say hello, my name is Sumon, my home is in Shantipur, a small town in Nadia district of West Bengal. About 10 years ago today. I was much younger then, when I was 18 or 19. My father was a government employee, a railway employee. He used to work in an office in Sealdah. Suddenly, one day a call came from the office, my father or B. R. SINGH was admitted to the railway hospital. I was shocked to hear the phone. We lived about 100 kilometers from Sealdah. As soon as we heard the news, we rushed to Sealdah. I went there and saw who my father had left in a room of the hospital. Panic settled in my mind. I didn't understand much then, so my uncle, Meso Mister, they said from the hospital, I have to take my father to Mumbai Tata Memorial Hospital for better treatment. I thought okay, what's the harm if my father recovers? Everyone at home discussed and decided that no one can go to work with their father. At last I said, I will go. Just like that, I will go with my father. The day before we left, the office made all the arrangements for the two of us to go to Mumbai. I got on the train, the train from Howrah. There was a danger while going by train. My ears began to ache unbearably. Dad called TT and took the help of the station doctor. He came to give me medicine, and after a while the pain in my ear subsided. I finally reached Mumbai at two in the morning. Mumbai may have been a city of love for people, but at that time it became a city of terror for me. Because, that night I was completely alone, and with my sick father. Our first destination that night was the railway hospital. I took a taxi from the station and got there at night. Suddenly I thought, I have come to an unknown country. Arrived and entered the hospital. I went to the emergency room and took my father to show the paper. But I had no place to stay at that time, I was alone at night, my father asked me where I would stay and arranged for me to stay with him. Mother sent the cover in a bag. So the father and son ate and stayed the night. I did not sleep that night. My father's treatment started in the morning. A friend of mine gathered there, I could easily mix with people since childhood, so there was no shortage of friends. I lived with my father all day, but at night a new world would begin. That friend of mine and I slept in the corridors of the hospital at night to get the papers. The police would come at five in the morning and chase us away. In this way, Satek wanted to see his father's mother very much. The father was transferred from Railway Hospital to Tata Hospital. Even then I didn't know what happened to my father, I knew the day I was taken for admission. I was horrified to see the condition of so many small children. I found out that my father had blood cancer.