of hours ago; he would have mentioned it had he known. What
happened?”
“Fracture in
his right hand, horrible ligament injuries in his knee and ankle, plus lots of
other minor aches and pains. Can’t walk right now and has to keep his hand
completely still. So in a nutshell, he is completely out of action for the time
being.”
“How did he
land in your clinic? Did he look out for you?”
Sameera felt
her stomach churn. Would she have liked him to look out for her? Did she want
his approval? She was successful and did not need anyone’s ratification. She
was unwilling to admit that this strange man was affecting her.
She
protested—more loudly than she usually would—as if to prove something to
herself more than to Tanya. “You’ve got to be kidding. ‘Look me up’ my foot. At
the drop of a hat he looks down on me. Prejudiced, chauvinist, irate,
the man’s just too much.”
She put down
her glass with such gusto that water spilled over. “ Pata nahi apne aap ko
kya samajhta hai. He behaves quite delusionary at times. Thinks he’s God’s
gift to mankind. Today when he first saw me, he reacted as if he had seen a
ghost. Perhaps he would have preferred a ghost to me.”
“What exactly
happened between the two of you in Delhi? I remember Sanjay saying something
about you irking Gautam. How did both of you have so many issues when you
barely met?”
“How do I
know? We barely spoke to each other. It was as if he already had some preconceived
notion about me and wanted to bite my head off. He seems to have a Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde personality. Wish I could get Dr. Sharma to prescribe some
psycho-therapy along with physiotherapy.”
“That’s
mean, Sameera.”
Usually
Sameera was careful with her words but with Tanya around, she could throw
caution and diplomacy to the winds.
“His friends
swear by him and they all say how calm, suave and charming he is, like Aamir
Khan in the first part of Ghajni but all I get to see is the Aamir Khan in the
second half. Now do you get it?”
“A little,”
sighed Tanya. “But I am so disappointed. The moment I saw Gautam, I thought of
you. I had this vision, must tell you about it. You are wearing a flowing peach
color dress, standing at the beach, walking all alone when the wind starts to
blow and a speck of sand gets into your eyes. Suddenly this Adonis appears and
he gently blows into your eyes. You look into his dark, brown, molten-chocolate
eyes smoldering with passion and you melt. He picks you up and walks away into
the sunset.”
“ Bakwas. What kind of a friend are you, blowing sand in my eyes and letting a stranger
carry me away? The peach dress is the only good thing in this whole vision.”
“Oh come on
Sam, don’t tell me he is not hot.”
“Yes he is,
hot- tempered .” Sameera retorted. “Honestly, he’s anything but
spectacular. Really average I must confess. Predictable hair, normal clothes.”
Tanya held
her friend’s hand, “You must learn to give guys a chance, Sam. Not all of them
are jerks.”
Sameera
ignored Tanya’s advice. “On a serious note, I’m faced with a huge moral dilemma
as a physiotherapist. My senior colleague is away on leave for the week, two
other colleagues are fully booked and Gautam really needs attention
immediately. It will be unethical to leave him unattended right now. Also, how
juvenile will I appear if I tell Dr. Yogesh Sharma that I can’t accept Gautam
as a patient because he was rude to me? What a mess.”
“If he’s
Sanjay’s best buddy, he can’t be too bad. Just sleep over it and decide what
needs to done in the morning. I should go and meet him. Do you have his
address?” asked Tanya.
Sameera
rolled her eyes. “Yes, I memorize the address of all my patients.”
“Fine. I’ll
take it from Sanjay. Wish he wasn’t travelling to Singapore for work. I’m sure
he would have come down to Mumbai to meet him.”
≈
EIGHT
Travelling
on Mumbai’s monsoon-damaged roads took