lamentations..

the girl lay in the bed and her gaze fixed outside the window.. the nurse kept pumping stuff in and out of a nasogastric tube.. but she is totally unaware that such maneuvres are going on .. an old man who claimed to be her grandpa was mumbling something like "beatings " and "hits on the stomach" and "the girl's uncle did this in a burst of fury when she asked permission to go to the youth festival" .. the senior doctor examined her.. "paracetamol" said the child... " oh, so that is wat u took?" the doctor enquired. "yes".. " how many?" "...."

back at the doctor's room medics are discussing abt wat mite most probably hav happened.. speculations.. wild speculations.."parents working abroad?" "yes! yes! and she is staying with that uncle and family..." " do you think he...???"  " of course its happening evrywhr..!" " why on earth would parents wanna leav their girl child behind and go abroad..!?!?" 

"why not? of course parents have to make money to some day marry their daughter off... where will the money come from otherwise..?" " but surely a 12 yr old girl needs her mother by her side doing those growing yrs..."   " who cares... thank god patient survived and was conscious to say the name of the drug she took as overdose.."  " ya, we shud be proud.. we saved her life!"

victimised, helpless, alone... somebody's daughter always lies at some random casualty bed... apart from treating the case and prescribing the antidote, isn't there something missing that a doctor like me should have provided her with..?