It was not love at first sight.
It was indifference. I did not care. I was just amused by my classmates’ interest in him. Of course, I noticed his different approach to things, his peculiarities, but I was more concerned about getting through my surgery posting, not about a tall and handsome young doctor.
Then, I saw him that night, walked up to him and started talking. Till now, I do not understand what the impulse was nor where it came from but I was surprised that he just fell into step with me and… talked. He walked me to my hostel and we stood outside for a long time. I laughed a lot. He was receptive, approacheable and funny.
So, valentine’s day. A doctor spends his ‘holidays’ in many places, rarely where he wants to be. But D, he was content, maybe not happy, but he did not let that disturb what he was doing. And it sure did not show in how he involved me. That was not the first time we were in the hospital ward together but that was my best valentine. He let me be my professional self… “you look like you would as a great doctor”. I remember injuring myself while attending to a patient. He wasn’t there when it happened but I knew it would get him worried. When he noticed, the worry and care on his face, the soothing way he held that finger for a long time and his firm instruction, “not again, not on my watch, protect yourself”, i knew i was falling for him.
(This is the follow-up, more like the beginning of “Yoruba-D”). There’s more. Enjoy! Comments! Share!
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