We were housed in a room and from its corridor one could see Kanoli Canal not so elegantly carry its dark, polluted waters.
I have always enjoyed the beauty and tranquility of Calicut more than any other city and loved its people. It is a city where even rickshaw services are hailed as the best being served by the most honest drivers who take just the meter charge and nothing more.
My love for this city has been very special. Right from the childhood, when my father used to hold my tiny hand and maneuver me through the busy city. Any visit to this city has been always very passionate to me. While on holiday in India, I always make some trips to the city just to be there.
In the hospital, you are always busy. Although visitors were not much, there is always work for you like bringing in food for the patient and care givers. In Baby Memorial, there was another problem. You can hardly board the lift because it is always busy and you have to come by the steps from the 5th floor where we were housed. Also, you have to take those steps on the return journey; by the time you walk up a few times, you have exhausted a lot of your energy. There are many lifts in the hospital which were operating continuously but the problem is that there was so much crowd, lifts just could note cope.
One day, when I called home, elder sister told me that she want to tell me something, ‘something important’ I thought! I told her that we will speak when she comes to the hospital. I did not go home after coming to the hospital which was about 60 KM further down north towards Kannur.
I spent time reading Hindu and Mathrubhumi and occasional wanderings in the city including visits to Internet cafes.
