Chapter 1

Hustled, to the beautifully gardened courtyard of St Paul hospital, the roaring of the ambulance van. Opened the backdoor and stepped out a robust man in white. Rushed, he to the reception and ordered the girl to arrange the theatre.
Returned, he quickly to the van with a stretcher.
“Take him,” ordered he to his assistants “lay him on this stretcher!”
While the assistants where executing their orders, a herd of vehicles passed the gate and rushed to the courtyard.
All the sizzling stars of the silver screen springed from their cars, and paced towards the entrance of the St Paul hospital.
The robust man in white opened the glass door and entered the hospital with his ‘client’. Everything seemed to move in slow-motion from that point on.
The doctors with their steths and coats, dashing to the theatre, the nurses with trays of cotton and tools for the rive. The stars of screen, pacing. The fantasy of people, on seeing the clusters of stars.
The doctor hindered everyone from entering the theatre and went to his paradise of work.
Hours passed very slowly but the busiest people in town still sat in front of the theatre with turbulent minds and flooded eyes.
“Have you informed Sicily and Jones? “, asked the famous cinematographer, R K Sharma to the superstar, Suraj.
“Yes they are on their way.” came the reply in a feeble whisper.
Slowly opened, the door of the theatre. Raised, everyone from their seats.
Came out, a young nurse with a rotund face holding an empty tray.
“How is he?” asked Priya, the costliest actress of the country.
“Please, be patient. Pray well“replied she and moved towards the blood bank.
Ordered she for a pair of oxygen cylinders to the boy in white and purchased, herself a bag of blood labeled as A+VE and paced back to the theatre.


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