PGI

I will not reveal the reason why I entered the premises of PGI, but I can assure you that I didn’t learn a lot that day. Cause I was mostly inspecting the strong emotions and vibes that covered my mind like thermosphere over Earth.

But 1 moment hit me, and it wasn’t the ambulance which introduced new admissions, or the fact that photos of gods have a monotonously charismatic smiles, not the humanly fact that this hospital is the last recommendation by any other, not even the experience I shared with the people who were celebrating with grief, the demise of the dead person, the person’s eldest son, coming out walking towards his family, assumedly not knowing how to give the news and at the same time probably feeling the pleasure of responsibility and authority: while the members looking at him, he with a gesture breaks everyone to tears, and due to the reaction I believe they were waiting for the holy fate, cause otherwise it would have been a slow pouring of melancholy, by watching them, especially two of the younger ones hugging each other and crying, the one facing me had the loudest expression I ever noticed, like the fact that when we think, we listen to something, but without anyone talking. And just like that, I was able to see in his eyes, he was thinking of every good moment he ever spent with the permanently lying person. 

No, it wasn’t the watery eyes of the person that hit me, which were squirming and as for me, thinking of the past.

It was slightly related to the phrase I’ve already used, ‘humanly fact’. My dad wanted me to see something, it was from the perspective of the entrance, and I saw one of the most inhuman things of my life there: in the corridor were around 30 stretchers with people on it, waiting for the imaginary que to move on, with a digital information board above them saying in an ironical sense of tranquillity, “the beds are full, please wait patiently for your turn.” And that too at a time when someone’s life is being showed the ropes of afterlife, they cannot wait patiently. It’s monotonous for them, frustrating, they feel helpless. They can see the other stressed and crying faces and panic even more in the wake of the short-lasting destiny, where the information board continues with mechanical perseverance, the same place, the same faces, the same expressions, the same news, the same disease, the same corridor, the same people outside, the same kid looking at them, the same emotions in their minds, the same impatient wait, the same fate, the same dream.