My first blood donation story !

So, here am I !

Back to you, back to the favourite space, to the ease world !!!

My dear people,

    If you believe, I missed being with you but days detained me for some better reasons. I have been a bad custodian of complications all these while. Anyways, finally out from the not wholly 'busy bee' moments.

   Restarting gratified and love, love and pure love for all those who never missed a chance to make me spit out the reason behind the pulled pen. If I was in a worst situation by then, you made me happy and if I was in a good situation, you made me much happier. Whatever it may be, glad knowing u remembered me and 'MINE'. 

   Hope all of you had donated blood for at least once in your lifetime. If not, hurry. May this page of MINE make you run to. I wanted all of you to do it not only for the reason that donating blood is a good deed but it will experience you something different as it happened with me. And today you will be reading about my very first blood donation story.

   It happened almost two years back. As usual the class was filled with silent yawns just after the first hour and the immediate entry of the second hour lecturer added up-to the witheredness. Then the not less graded fairy junior excuses for students with an O +ve blood group. Three of the back-benchers including me raised hands within no time and got out of the yawn room. I confess, my main motto was to get out and not the donation. Well, three of ours were. Picked up some other students too and we headed to the donation centre. Least I knew our destination was the Regional Cancer Centre (RCC), Trivandrum.

Have you ever been there? I should say this. People who lacks capacity witnessing suffrage, never ever visit RCC. Believe me, never ever !

   The hub of masked mouths and shaved heads !!!

The first thing I saw in RCC was a girl, not more than 10 taken in a wheel chair. Her head was tilted to one side and eyes were half-open. She was not dead but anytime soon, I guessed. The worst guess one can ever have ! From the corridor to the inner rooms we could see people from different age groups in the same situation. Sadly, majority of them were children. Teens were not less too. Passing by each of them what I noticed was the relatives of the patients with more heart aches than the patients had. 

Shaved minds accompanying shaved heads !!!

   We were taken into a corner of the first floor. They checked all the formal stuffs including the height, weight, blood counts etc which then revealed the lacking counts of one of our friend who was made to just sit idle waiting us to complete the donation and way back. I remember the disappointment lead her to take an oath of having beetroots thrice a day.

After all the formal procedures we donated blood. A girl whose brother was a close friend of one of our junior was in need of the blood. The energizers dissatisfied one of the donor to regain the energy which made us wait an another hour for him to stand himself up.

   We came out of the terrible scenes to the side of the courtyard of RCC where the brother of the patient (who is the friend of our junior) was waiting for us. He looked pale, faded, hope ran out of his eyes which were thanking us now. He asked us to join him to have as much as food we are in need of which we whole heartedly rejected. Then he rushed to one of the nearby shops and brought us two large bottles of some fruit juice. I am sure , it might have been the largest one in the shop. All those who cry over some unreasonable things, should have met this man. For there is nothing worse than witnessing yourself at his place, waiting for your dear ones to come out of the hugs of death. Unable to have any conversation with the innocent soul, we bid a bye before which he held a hand of one of my friend and kept it close to his heart saying, "May god bless you all, thanks for this and please do pray".

   He waved us with a smile, eyes tear flooded with walls behind him echoing the heart felt prayers. 

   A year back then, the girl left him, left the world which I came to know from a WhatsApp message. She was just 13. I prayed, still prays to give him the strength to bear the loss satisfying myself  thinking at least I had been for her in a small stage of her life.

-infinite love-