Saturday, August 11, 2018

THE MORTUARY DIARIES - S B AMALJITH


                                TALE - 2

First day of college. First day of medical education. First day in the Anatomy lab. Zaira Zakir Hussain is now living her dream. But then, the smell of formalin pierced her senses.

On the dissection table was lying a newly embalmed cadaver, every single hair on its' body shaved. She felt as if she was fainting. She walked closer to it. Suddenly she had all her strength back.

"Do we have any volunteers" came the question, which involuntarily raised Zaira's hands, as if she was pointing to the ceiling. Not that she was brave,but she knew she was the only person in the room who would go easy on the body that was about to be opened up.

She was given the scalpel. Not a single drop of blood sprouted on the incision. The class was over, everyone went back excpet Zaira. She now moved closer to the dissection table, kissed on the forehead of the formalin soaked human and asked, "uppakku vedanicho?".

The cry that followed woke up every single soul on the planet.

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