Care we need

 
Arjun drove with sweat trickling down his shirt and making it wet. Angela’s boutique staff had admitted her to the hospital.  

They only said Angela was not well and that they had to admit her to the hospital, nothing to worry about. It was the same way his mother had received a call from his father’s office, when he passed away, from a massive cardiac arrest. Fear made him shiver, as he parked his car and rushed towards the reception. He climbed a flight of stairs, 3 floors and finally reached her room. The doctor said excessive bleeding, early menopause, might have to stay put for the night. Arjun was puzzled about what is menopause! Google had many things to explain. The main thing was to be supportive, love and care for the person, as their body is already under a lot of pressure. As he entered, he mustered a smile, greeted, and told Angela that the kids at home are safe and the doctor said there was nothing to worry about, time to take rest. He stroked her hair, tears rolled from her eyes, menopause at 35! Might not be interested in midnight masala anymore. Arjun smiled, we have been married for 15 years now, seen life’s ups and downs, you are my life partner, half of me whatever happens. If I had met with some accident and become impotent you wouldn’t have said this to me. Also, menopause is natural, a part of life. Chill babe and relax that’s most important now, and she wiped the tears off his eyes. Google helps a lot, and they smiled.

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