I didn’t know what to do. I was desperately trying to hold on to something and like sand everything was slipping out of my hand. I couldn’t let that happen.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
I needed a plan.
My brain was too fuddled to figure out a plan.
Concentrate Nina, I admonished myself.
First thing first.
I needed a medical certificate. At least with that I can attend classes. Then I will see Dr. Murthy and then in the evening I will go and see Dr. Bhatti. I thought of asking Dr. Bhatti for a medical certificate. Some how I couldn’t bring myself to do that. It kind of felt I was cheating him and I didn’t want to cheat him. I respected him way too much to take advantage of him.
Damn Arjun.
If only he wasn’t such a big jerk.
I finished my tea. My first drink of the day. If I keep going like this I was sure I would be classified as a resident of ‘below poverty line’.
It was to late to go to the mess to eat and I didn’t want to spend money at the canteen. I will buy bread on the way back from the hospital, I promised myself.
Since I had to get a medical certificate, I decided to go to the hospital and try my luck. I could soap adikkufy one of the residents and get the certificate. Worst come to worst, I will steal one.
As I was leaving the cantenn, I bumped in to Ramesh.
“Going to class?”
“Nah, hospital”
“Why, at this time?” Ramesh checked his watch to see the time and he was looking at me puzzled.
“I need a medical certificate” I owned up.
Ramesh started to laugh and I felt indignant for it was no laughing matter.
“Who are you going to ask?”
“don’t know. One of the residents. hey can you do me a favour?” I asked him quickly to change the subject.
“What do you want?”
“Can you lend me your micro class notes?” Internals were to start in three weeks time and it was high time I started getting organized.
“Which one?”
“All” I looked at him hopefully.
“What happened to your notes?”
I shrugged my shoulder and replied “Don’t have any”
“What do you mean? I have always seen you taking down the notes”
Ramesh was staring at me.
“I write letters, usually to my father or my cousins during the class. Or I doodle. I hate writing down notes”
“Are you serious? My god, Nina!!, are you crazy?”
I smiled at him. Just in time to see Arjun walking towards the canteen with all the Northies. Displeasure clearly visible on his face.
“I have to go, I will appreciate it very much if you will let me have your notes, I will photocopy it and give it to you back. Bye Ramesh”
“Bye, good luck with your medical certificate”
“Thanks” I walked out of the canteen quickly.
I felt guilty though I knew I didn’t do anything wrong.
It was weird feeling like that. It was like you are in an invisible prison and there are these invisible walls around you.
You don’t actually know what or where the walls are.
You can’t move because you are afraid that some sort of alarm goes off somewhere and everything will go wrong.
There was no escape.
I was trapped.

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