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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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Woman gives birth in loo, confuses labour pain with Nature’s call
This is quite funny: A 24-year-old woman, who thought she was emptying her bowels, gave birth in a hospital toilet after doctors allegedly failed to notice she was in throes of labour at the Medical College Hospital, Manjeri, here on Friday.

The shocking incident took place around 8 pm as Sheenu K, of Karasshery, went to the hospital toilet to answer the Nature’s call and unexpectedly gave birth to a boy in the loo. Both the mother and the newborn, which fell into the closet first, were shifted to the intensive care unit immediately after the incident. Hospital authorites said the mother and baby are safe.

Source:
http://www.newindianexpress.com/states/kerala/2017...

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"Beast (poem is in the caption)"

Beast

(poem is in the caption)

Beast

She followed the steps of a beast
A beast who does no harm,
no harm to the one
who is near to his heart
and she is the one
who digged inside his heart.
She made a hole in it when she left.
Now he is sick
the turmoil he felt in his heart
made him sick
and he found no cure to this sickness.

He cared no one, until he was a beast
but now he cared for her
and this made him sick.

He was violent,rude and arrogant
he was a monster
He feared no one.
Now he feared to lose her,
to lose the only person in his life
but now she is gone
making him sick.
And he found no cure to this sickness,
cure to this never ending loneliness.

#Beast #Poetry #Love #nojotopoetry #nojoto #nojotoenglish

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"A night at causality - It was a smokey night. and road was without road light. darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it. Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit. A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident. Another one got a serious injury with some car dents. Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor. But hospital officials were busy in their laughter. His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor. She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed. This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed. That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow. He forgot his apron so he had to borrow. As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama. The drama of money and power. But after his entry that drama was over. He checked the condition of that injured man. To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can. He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant. After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place. That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace. Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man. She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma. Next day she read the newspaper. It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it. She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit. That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother. And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other. She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him. And this regret made her eyesight to be dim. She thought that she found a real god in a man. She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can."

A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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"bata jab hospital m admit hota h to maa apna sara kaam chorke uske saath hospital m uske saath rehti aur jb maa hospital m admit hoti h to beta kehta h mjhe kaam pe jana abhi aur paisa kamana h !!!! # maa to maa h aur beta to beta,maa ki mahima agam aparr h!!! aur yahi aj ka gayn h.... 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢"

bata jab hospital m admit  hota h to maa apna sara kaam chorke uske saath hospital m uske saath rehti 
aur
jb maa hospital m admit hoti h to beta kehta h mjhe kaam pe jana abhi aur paisa kamana h !!!!

 
# maa to maa h aur beta to beta,maa ki mahima agam aparr h!!! aur yahi aj ka gayn h....
😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

my # life # my mom n yours??
#somi @Brijesh Maurya @@j_$tyle @Akshita Jangid(poetess) @Dr Ashish_Vats

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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Woman gives birth in loo, confuses labour pain with Nature’s call
This is quite funny: A 24-year-old woman, who thought she was emptying her bowels, gave birth in a hospital toilet after doctors allegedly failed to notice she was in throes of labour at the Medical College Hospital, Manjeri, here on Friday.

The shocking incident took place around 8 pm as Sheenu K, of Karasshery, went to the hospital toilet to answer the Nature’s call and unexpectedly gave birth to a boy in the loo. Both the mother and the newborn, which fell into the closet first, were shifted to the intensive care unit immediately after the incident. Hospital authorites said the mother and baby are safe.

Source:
http://www.newindianexpress.com/states/kerala/2017...

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"Beast (poem is in the caption)"

Beast

(poem is in the caption)

Beast

She followed the steps of a beast
A beast who does no harm,
no harm to the one
who is near to his heart
and she is the one
who digged inside his heart.
She made a hole in it when she left.
Now he is sick
the turmoil he felt in his heart
made him sick
and he found no cure to this sickness.

He cared no one, until he was a beast
but now he cared for her
and this made him sick.

He was violent,rude and arrogant
he was a monster
He feared no one.
Now he feared to lose her,
to lose the only person in his life
but now she is gone
making him sick.
And he found no cure to this sickness,
cure to this never ending loneliness.

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"A night at causality - It was a smokey night. and road was without road light. darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it. Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit. A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident. Another one got a serious injury with some car dents. Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor. But hospital officials were busy in their laughter. His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor. She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed. This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed. That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow. He forgot his apron so he had to borrow. As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama. The drama of money and power. But after his entry that drama was over. He checked the condition of that injured man. To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can. He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant. After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place. That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace. Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man. She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma. Next day she read the newspaper. It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it. She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit. That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother. And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other. She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him. And this regret made her eyesight to be dim. She thought that she found a real god in a man. She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can."

A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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"bata jab hospital m admit hota h to maa apna sara kaam chorke uske saath hospital m uske saath rehti aur jb maa hospital m admit hoti h to beta kehta h mjhe kaam pe jana abhi aur paisa kamana h !!!! # maa to maa h aur beta to beta,maa ki mahima agam aparr h!!! aur yahi aj ka gayn h.... 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢"

bata jab hospital m admit  hota h to maa apna sara kaam chorke uske saath hospital m uske saath rehti 
aur
jb maa hospital m admit hoti h to beta kehta h mjhe kaam pe jana abhi aur paisa kamana h !!!!

 
# maa to maa h aur beta to beta,maa ki mahima agam aparr h!!! aur yahi aj ka gayn h....
😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

my # life # my mom n yours??
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