Well, my wish was granted. My mother was allowed into the operation theatre and we did not speak, we just stared. A few minutes later, the surgeons asked that my mother may leave so that they should begin. I accepted. But as they wanted to put the anaesthetic mask on me, I made the same request: to see my mother yet again. Whenever I remember this, I usually just smile at my stubbornness that day.
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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