Corona Diaries 9, Mrs. Doctor
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I could hear the gate being unlocked, and my husband, the great doctor, entering from the backdoor after taking bath in the bathroom built at the backyard. He slowly ate his food and washed the plate, silently tip toeing towards the guest bedroom. Yes amidst the pandemic situation, leave aside kids, t's been months since I've spoken to him. He hardly or rarely gets to use his cell phone, which is the only means of communication between us.
After having dinner, he'd be so tired, that within minutes, you could hear him snoring, of course, because of the fact that he hardly slept these days. Doing a double shift is no joke, wherein you are always on the move taking care of the infected ones, putting your life in danger, not only the doctor's lives, but their entire family gets affected.
I repent to say that today, though, being selfish, as to why I had agreed to marry a doctor. I am not so broad minded to sacrifice my children's lives or my husband's life for that matter. I pray to God to not give this situation to any doctor's wives. Imagine, everyday is a nightmare, seeing News and analyzing worsening situations, you never know what would happen to your beloved ones. As a doctor, my husband is right, he's doing his duty, but as his wife, am I wrong in thinking about the well being of my family like all other house makers do? At least, they are at home, enjoying family time, having meals together. What about the doctor's families throughout the world?
If you ask me, 20 years back, had I been offered to marry a doctor given this situation, I would remain unmarried rather than undergoing this turmoil, every day and night. My entire family feels proud about my doctor husband, except me! I try my level best not to reflect it upon my children.
I couldn't express it to anyone in my family, so I took to writing so that my bottled up feelings aren't bottled inside me anymore.
Though it's short, it's already time, for me to get up and start cooking before my husband leaves to hospital. Before cooking, don't tell anyone, I try to peep inside the guest room so that I can get a clear view of him sleeping and snoring peacefully, which motivates me to cook his favorite food with lots of love and affection, yes it's shown when he would slurpp the sambhar and ask for a few more soft idlies, for which I'm famous for. This would be my only chance to go at least a meter away from him and pass on the idlies for him, secret is I would deliberately serve him less in the first serving so that I could go when he calls out my name for the second serving. Hearing my name from him would be my topmost priority when serving him. I have even recorded it so that I could hear it whenever I would feel the need to hug him. I'm thankful that I'm living in joint family who would take care of the basic necessities, imagine the doctors having nuclear family! God save them.
Now, he's off to hospital. Do not reveal the secret to anyone because deep in my heart, I am proud of him too!!
To be continued...