“Do you know what happened in Building No. 2?” Mrs. ‘P’ said.
“No. I don’t. I was out of the town for a week.” I replied.
“A young woman jumped from the sixth floor, crowd gathered around her in a few minutes as it was day time. Most of the persons were standing still not doing anything to help her. They didn’t even bother to call police or ambulance. They were just gossiping why a young woman who had a three year old son tried to commit suicide.”
“I took the step to take her to the hospital. In the evening her husband came to my house and surprisingly instead of thanking me he blamed me for taking his wife to a government hospital instead of any reputed private hospital.”
I couldn’t find the right word to utter.She said with moist eyes. “Do I make a mistake by helping a dying woman?”