A needle prick. A veil of perplexity. The ICU. ‘Relax. Your heart surgery is successful’.
The night nurse informed that blood donors were diverse, including Arab nationals from neighboring Middle East. Patients have to replenish the hospital blood bank with same amount used by them.
She drifted back to her never-land. Tents pitched along an oasis, camels and horses ruminating and waiting. A figure…the fourth wife of a stroppy Sheik, gazing lasciviously at the flowing golden sands.
She had traversed the sand dunes.