This story I wrote to participate in a contest by Ravinder Singh (Author of “I too had a love story.”). The chosen stories by Ravin were published in the novel “Love story that touched my heart,” edited by Ravinder Singh. My story didn’t touch his heart but I hope it will touch the heart of my virtual friends on PG.
Disclaimer: It’s complete fiction.
Here it goes:
“Do you need anything else sir?” the air hostess asked.
“No. Thanks,” I replied as she went serving another passenger.
We were returning from Bangalore after completing the fifteen days training programme at Biocon Limited which is India’s first & biggest biotechnological company.
“I need a Sandwich,” Abhishek Kumar, who was just sitting next to my seat, kind of screamed as the hostess was a bit far. She served a sandwich to him.
Abhishek Kumar, my namesake, was also working at the same Marketing Executive profile at Biocon. Apart from our names and company, Abhishek & I had many common things. He was born in Surat, so was I. His father is a businessperson of sarees, so is my father. We studied MBA together in the same college of IP University.
However, even in those common things, there was a huge difference between us: His father owned a company ‘Shri Ji Sarees’ and earned in millions. Whereas my father was a wholesaler of Gujtrati sarees and earned in thousands.
After a few moments, the Captain turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. I undid my seat belt, took my bag and became ready to get off the flight.
“Chal see you in the next month meeting!” I said to Abhishek while checking out.
“Okay. Bye,” we shook hands.
I checked out of the Airport.
I entered Metro Station and boarded the train to Dwarka Sector 14. On the next station, two girls boarded the train. One of them was in a red t-shirt who was looking too attractive while the other girl was in yellow suit. They sat opposite me.
In a few minutes, she (the girl in red) suddenly lost her consciousness as she fell from her seat. I removed my earphone and quickly reached near her. People had started circling her.
“Oh My God!” her friend said worried.
“Splash some water on her,” a person suggested.
“This won’t work. She is a diabetic patient. Someone please call the doctor,” her friend begged for help.
I understood that she got either hyperglycaemia (Sudden Increase in Blood Sugar Level) or hypoglycaemia (Sudden decrease in Blood Sugar Level) that meant she needed either an insulin shot or Glucose for the treatment of hyperglycaemia or hypoglycaemia respectively.
Luckily, I had insulin samples that the training manager handed us when I left Bangalore four hour back. They were kept safely in the special cool-box already fitted in our (Biocon’s) bag.