The ophthalmologist who has her main clinic in Thrissur, spends every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons at a house that she has built for herself, in our neighbourhood. She's indeed very popular, going by her clientele at Guruvayur. Lekha and my mom are her patients and have got to be friends, over a period of time.
The advantage is that we can walk into her clinic only when she's ready for us and the comely receptionist gives us adequate notice! The eye specialist is an affable person and indulges in conversation - outside her professional purview, of course - with my mom exceeding her brief despite my warnings that the doctor has a lot of patients to administer and that we should stick to the purpose of our call, to the extent feasible.
This afternoon, I was witness to a grotesque sight and no, neither my mom nor Lekha had any reason to visit her. I was answering a call on our land line telephone when I heard a loud thud, followed by a shriek and the slamming of a car door in our private road. Seeing the commotion, I'd dashed to the spot to provide assistance, if necessary, when I saw a young lady, in her early 30s, bleeding from her nose and mouth, standing helplessly beside her car.
She'd parked the car, got out of it but tripped on a granite stone, protruding out of the hardened pathway thanks to her unmanageable pair of stilts. I wondered as to why she chose such footwear while keeping an appointment with a doctor but kept my silly(?) doubt to myself. The ophthalmologist, meanwhile, had also come out after hearing the commotion outside her consulting chamber and without much ado said that what the young lady required urgently was a dentist's look see.
And soon, the young lady was sent to a dentist, nearby, along with a chaperon. Poor thing...had come to meet the ophthalmologist but ended up requiring a dentist!
Tailpiece.
Is this an example of that famous saying, 'Man proposes, God disposes'?
The advantage is that we can walk into her clinic only when she's ready for us and the comely receptionist gives us adequate notice! The eye specialist is an affable person and indulges in conversation - outside her professional purview, of course - with my mom exceeding her brief despite my warnings that the doctor has a lot of patients to administer and that we should stick to the purpose of our call, to the extent feasible.
This afternoon, I was witness to a grotesque sight and no, neither my mom nor Lekha had any reason to visit her. I was answering a call on our land line telephone when I heard a loud thud, followed by a shriek and the slamming of a car door in our private road. Seeing the commotion, I'd dashed to the spot to provide assistance, if necessary, when I saw a young lady, in her early 30s, bleeding from her nose and mouth, standing helplessly beside her car.
She'd parked the car, got out of it but tripped on a granite stone, protruding out of the hardened pathway thanks to her unmanageable pair of stilts. I wondered as to why she chose such footwear while keeping an appointment with a doctor but kept my silly(?) doubt to myself. The ophthalmologist, meanwhile, had also come out after hearing the commotion outside her consulting chamber and without much ado said that what the young lady required urgently was a dentist's look see.
And soon, the young lady was sent to a dentist, nearby, along with a chaperon. Poor thing...had come to meet the ophthalmologist but ended up requiring a dentist!
Tailpiece.
Is this an example of that famous saying, 'Man proposes, God disposes'?
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