“Damadji(Son-in-law), how is Nishoo now? How did she suddenly collapse?...”, enquired Sandhya, in a broken voice, as she rushed in her dark green sari. Young Alok accompanied her along the corridor. She had tied her milky white-colored hair behind, with a black centering clip. She shrugged at Dr.Alok. She pointed at the locked ICU door. She began sobbing bitterly at him. He turned away and wiped his tears. “Sir is mom fine now?...”, enquired Alok beta. The professor nodded. He shared, “The surgery is almost over. I’m sure she will be fine.” Sandhya leaned on her grandson’s shoulder. Her red eyes