Panchi pov:

Today is very special day for me as it will be my result day of 12th class. I am hella nervous as well as exited for obvious reason. This will be the case of every student I guess... Hardwork, dedication and persistence of whole one year will be decided in a single day how funny I think...

I was drowned in my own cloud of thoughts of nervousness that's when my nani entered inside the gate as she went to temple early morning .She was very convinced of my good results as she was a daily witness of my hardwork and dedication towards my studies. But still she believed in other sources as well such as prayers for extra blessings. She went to pray for my good results. I consider myself as a lucky one to get her as my grandmother. Unfortunately due to some reason I couldn't go to the temple but nonetheless I pray in my heart every day to God, my lord Shiva. I feel some deep connections with him inside me that makes me unstoppable whenever I feel very low of me.

"Panchiii... E le prashad, mandir se leke aai. Mujhe poora vishwas hai tu ache ankh se paas hogi. Akhir meri poti itni hoshiyaar jo hai." She said handing me prashad while caressing my hair warmly.

I felt a pang of emotions whenever I receive blessings from her. I never took blessings from my mother or father but for me she is my both. I see both of them in her only.

My lips curved upside into a precious smile after I took blessings from her.

I embraced myself in her chest side hugging and said " nani, dekhiyega, mere bohot ache number ayenge. Aur sab apki vajah se hi hai."

She pulled me back confused and asked" vo bhala kaise? Mehnat teri, exam tera, likha tune hai to isme mera kya yogdaan"

I smiled gently and again embraced myself in her chest side hugging her and said"vo aise ki jo meri nani hai vo itne swaadisht pakvaan bana bana ke khilati hai ki kya batau apko yu chutki bajate hi saare answers dimaag me chap jate hai. To hua na apka sabse bada yogdaan"

Listening my dramatic speech she chuckled amusely and caressed my hairs lovingly saying" acha baba jaa jake jaldi taiyyar ho ja result dekhne chalna hai na apni saheli ke ghar. Mein kuch mithai vagera rakh leti hu tab tak teri saheli ka bhi result aane vala hai to use bhi badhai de denge hmm."

"Ji nani mein bas 5 minute mein aai" I responded and went to change my clothes as I was wearing night dress still.

As we were lacking some facilities and materialistic luxuries cell phone was also one in them. And my grandmother always used to blame herself for not providing me with any comforts and luxuries seeing others parents showering their children with luxury gifts and necessities. And I hate that quality of her to the content. I know some basics which she can't provide me are inevitable and are must but for me other than her nothing is more necessary and importance I'm satisfied with what I have. My heart quenches when I see her tears whenever she feels that way mourning. That's why I always make her scold, yes scold whenever she won't listen to me .. and make her understand that to me what she gives and provides are the only things which I yearns throughout my life.

Now we have to go my college friend home to check my results in her phone. I quickly dressed myself in simple peacock blue chudidar which I guess I believe to be very lucky for me ..uhmm after being science student. But it's my perspective that being sometimes superstitious doesn't harm right..

I made a simple loose braid for my long little curly hairs which castcades down my hips. Having such long and healthy hairs is also a blessing of my nani. Her homemade oil acts more like a jaadu to my thick hairs. Applying some homemade coco coffee cream I placed a small black bindi between my eyebrows, applied some homemade kajal and lastly wore my dupatta which was lying on dressing table.

"Perfect" the only word which left my mouth when I glanced myself in mirror after finishing my minimal makeup. I looked etheral. I won't lie as today is my result day, but I am a breathtaking beauty all because of my mother's jeans. My nani always used to say to me that I have took all like my mother as my father had little dark complexion. But I took beauty and fair skin after my mother I also got a small mole near my lower lip that's between my left chin and lip exactly looks like nature itself got that for me to cast eyes off against evil. My mother had mole below her eyes whereas I got on my left chin.

But unfortunately, including all these I also got an unwanted allele from my mother , that is short height genes. Sometimes I remarked can't I get anything from my father: his height he is so tall like 5"11 Ugh.. I am so short like 5'0 thats it. I faced so many embarassments too in my college whenever I give seminars, I am unable to reach the highest of board to explain the topics. Many have laughed and I felt very low too but topper inside me always brings my confidence back whenever I explain my given topics without any stuttering, confidently. Moreover, after completing my explanation ,one appreciation word from my lecturers is what it all takes to boost up my confidence and to again get on the stage without any hesitation.

Soon my nani and I left home to my friend's home which is 5 km away from my house. She must be waiting for me eagerly as I already informed her that we will be there soon.

Author's pov,

Delhi—

In a porshe area, which is covered with hustling bustling of the city's residents voices and automobile engines, there proudly stood a skyscraper large building both width and height which was clearly shouting it's luxury without any sound by its unexplainable work structure. Entire building was covered with glass sheets leaving an astonished shine when the sunrays casts it's spell on it. On seeing it one can clearly come into conclusion that the data structure of buildings exterior design is perfectly planned and well organized—simple yet elegant.

On top of it , building contained diamond work of Latin word "vita" as name plate in italics.

The hospital was renowned as one of the most expensive and well treated hospital in India. It had many branches accross the country in different states.

If one would ask any person who visited the hospital for an advice then every time the answer received would be same—

"The hospital is well managed with quality staff. All the tests and checkups were well coordinated. Best hospitality, caring staff. Doctors are also amazing."

It had different fees structure for poor and middle class as well. One which they can afford. Even being private sector, it had free checkup facilities as well as treatment for poor or who cannot afford expensive surgeries. It was an air went words that some " maseeha " had given charity to the hospital to help needy people. It was all believes and non believes of people by the way.

The institute contained all the details that a hospital should consist of— with well coursed doctors with qualified staff members and good caring nurses.

Right now, hospitals 22nd floor was a bit rushed mess of footsteps who were none other then nurses and junior surgeons who were preparing for surgery .

A complicated surgery was about to head on of removing a tumor from patients brain after half an hour. It was a poor 10 year old boy whose life was now totally dependent on surgeons hand.

The surgery was going to last for 6 to 7 hours as it was case of awake craniotomy rather than normal craniotomy. This the case was complicated as well as needed large amount of time.

"Are preparations done?" Asked a chief resident who was in his early 30s seated in front of a monitor examining the cortex image of brain and its graph.

It was an operating room, brightly lit, with sterile instruments neatly arranged on trays. The surgical team is in their scrubs, masks secured, eyes focused.

The room hummed with beeping monitors and the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator. A large digital clock ticked on the wall.

"Yes sir. Just waiting for sir's presence. Saari taiyyariya ho gai hai." Answered a junior assisting resident who was in his late 20s wearing his gloves and head cap.

"Hmm .. make sure there shouldn't be any mishaps as you are well aware of sir's discipline and work. He won't tolerate any mistakes in case of life and surgeries." Chief resident Anubhav who was in late 20s persuing 8th year resident awared him. As he knew, the neurosurgeon who is the main hand to perform the surgery won't tolerate any pin drop mistakes even. As once upon a time he had also became the bait of his ruthless wrath.

" Don't worry sir, everything is under control. And rest assured." Nikhil , junior resident assured him confidently as he was very convinced about his work. He was a dedicated resident who make sures nothing goes out of hand in every surgery.

"Okay... Just ask dr. Vikram to keep monitoring patients vitals as it will be needed before surgery. Sir will ask for it as soon as he shows up " dr. Anubhav instructed.

"Okay sir will be done" saying dr nikhil left the other side of operating room where patient was lying on the unconscious with a monitor attached to the bed. There stood an anesthesiologist dr vikram beside the monitor bed noting something on a paper which was present in his hands.

"Sir, Anubhav sir asked to check for vitals of preop-scan , as sir must be arriving in no time." He informed to which dr vikram nodded and did his job.

Two well trained nurses were appointed for this surgery who were arranging some operation items and preparing injections which is to be needed to the patient for pre surgery requirement.

After quite minutes passed, Dr. Ranvijay ranawat walked inside the operating room stroding through corridor of the floor. having dark blue scrub on .(garment wore by surgeons and nurses in operating room)

As soon as he entered, his presence gained everyones attention and greeted him respectfully.

He was believed to be a brilliant yet enigmatic surgeon with a mind sharper than a scalpel by his juniors as well as seniors. Not just by words but by actions also. He made quite a half century surgeries successfully of brain tumors proving his ability, efficiency and perfectness in the medical field.

"Preparations..??" Before Ranvijay completed his sentence there came a quick answer from dr. Anubhav "everything's arranged sir"

Ranvijay nodded slightly and stretched his hand asking calmly "vitals..."

"Yes sir" dr. Vikram handed over the vitals chart to him which he noted before.

Ranvijay took few minutes, eye scanned and examined the information patiently thoroughly present in the file.

"Hmm...Okay" he said still scanning the detailes looking down the file.

When he finished he spoke eyeing his team, his voice was calm, commanding.

"We have a left frontal glioblastoma, 4.3 cm in diameter, pressing against the motor cortex. A millimeter off, and the patient loses movement in his right hand permanently. We don’t get second chances. Everyone clear on their roles?"

"Yes, sir. We’ll use neuronavigation for precision mapping. Craniotomy flap as per pre-op scans."

Dr. Rajat (slightly hesitant): "Sir, considering its proximity to the Broca’s area, should we—"

Dr. Ranvijay (cutting in, but not unkindly): "Yes, Rajat, we’ll keep the patient in an awake state after dural opening to monitor speech and motor responses. But let’s not overthink before the first incision."

Instructing, soon ranvijay headed towards basin to clean wash his hands and holding his hands little upward direction moves inside where a nurse stood holding ppt kit. She helped him wearing the kit and helped with mask on.

Team got ready with their places.

(Dr. Ranvijay holds out his gloved hand. Nurse Priya immediately places a scalpel in it.

The first incision is made along the marked area on the scalp. Dr. Anubhav gently retracts the skin, exposing the skull. The smell of cauterized tissue lingered.

"Bone flap saw ready."

Nurse Akash hands the oscillating saw. The loud whirring filled the air as Dr. Ranvijay cuts a precise circular section into the skull. Tiny fragments fall into the suction tube.

Dr. Rajat (whispering to himself): "Amazing control…"

Dr. Ranvijay (without looking up) retorted"Focus, Rajat. This is not a spectacle. It’s a life in our hands."

(With a soft ‘pop,’ the skull flap is removed and placed in a sterile solution. The dura—the thin membrane covering the brain—now glistens under the light.)

(Dr. Ranvijay carefully makes a micro-incision in the dura, peeling it back like delicate tissue paper. Beneath, the pulsating brain is visible. The tumor sits nestled in the left frontal lobe, an angry, reddish mass amidst the grey matter.)

Dr. Ranvijay: "Tumor exposure confirmed. Neuronavigation on screen. Let’s map the surrounding vasculature."

(A 3D MRI overlay appears on the monitor, showing the precise tumor location.)

Dr. Anubhav: "Sir, perisylvian arteries are dangerously close. We need to isolate them before resection."

Dr. Ranvijay (nodding): "Micro-forceps."

(Nurse Priya hands them over. With featherlight precision, Dr. Ranvijay separates the tumor from the vital blood vessels.

(Suddenly, the monitor beeps rapidly. The patient’s BP starts plummeting.)

Dr. Mehta (urgently): "BP is 80/50! We’re losing perfusion!"

Dr. Ranvijay (calmly, but firm): "Adrenaline, 1mg IV push. Increase fluids. Rajat, watch for cerebral edema."

Dr. Rajat quickly adjusts the mannitol infusion, his hands were trembling slightly.

Dr. Mehta: "BP stabilizing—90/60. Holding steady."

"That was close."

Dr. Ranvijay said focused "Surgery isn’t about luck,. It's about control. Let’s proceed."

Using an ultrasonic aspirator, Dr. Ranvijay begins breaking down the tumor. The suction removes cancerous cells bit by bit, like chipping away at a fragile sculpture.

Dr. Rajat , muttered: "It’s incredible… one wrong move, and we hit functional tissue."

Dr.Ranvijay "Now you understand why we don’t get distracted."

After 40 minutes of meticulous work, the final tumor fragment is removed. The brain surface looks clean, but the real test is yet to come.

After sometimes the anesthesiologist sedated the patient with medicine.

Dr. Anubhav asked gently to the 10 y/o patient: "champ , can you hear me? Please say your name."

The patient blinked, still feeling giddiness.

Dr.Ranvijay spoke this time warmly: " bacche...apna daaya hath thoda upar utake dikhaiye. Dekhte hai ap kitne strong ho haa.."

A few seconds passed, then the boys fingers twitched listening to Ranvijays voice.

Dr. Mehta: "Motor response present."

A collective sigh of relief spreads through the room. Dr. Ranvijay gives a satisfied nod.

The team carefully sutures the dura back, replaces the skull flap, and closes the scalp incision. The patient is sedated again for recovery.

"Another successful one." Dr. Anubhav exclaimed slightly and team excitedly cheered.

Ranvijay just nodded satisfactorily and congratulated team and admired their work efforts.

"Congratulations all..good job. You all did well. But remember, skill isn’t enough. A good neurosurgeon is 90% precision, 10% patience."" He appreciated professionally in a soft and calm voice and all of them thanked having big smile on their face.

" bacche ke parents ko inform kardo surgery ke bare mein I have to urgently move now I got some work and bache ka post operation care ka bhi sari arrangements karwa do. I will come check tomorrow or vitals make sure lete rehna and also reports get it ready..okay" Ranvijay kept instructing while walking with dr. Anubhav towards their cabin removing gloves and hair mask.

"Yes, sir. I will do. But sir apka abhi ek checkup tha. Mein arrangements karadu?? "

" Oh...no no I will do it later I urgently need to move right now. Okay hm and do the rightful quick. Will see you" with that he left stroding long fast steps surpassing dr. Anubhav.

Whereas anubhav just stood there calling him repeatedly without getting response. He made sure to stop him but to no avail. He was genuinely concerned about his Sir's health.

Dr. Ranvijay was suffering from hypertension having second stage which is not to be the one avoided. Being a student working under his guidance he had a soft corner for his idol Ranvijay. He always dreamt of persuing his carrier under dr. Ranvijays guidance which on passing time got fulfilled also by his dedication hardwork consistence and perseverance in medical field. He was favourite student of Ranvijay which always made him fly in cloud nine.

He knew about Ranvijay suffering from hypertension, since the time after his wife's death which took deep impact on his health as well. He always makes him understand to attend regular sessions of his checkups but being a student he won't get well reciprocated his wishes as they share a professional relationship. He also doesn't go beyond limits.

Thinking something he left for cafeteria to freshen up brain.

All were hella tired due to continuous work. Once the surgery started at 12:00 pm it ended at 7pm itself.

Some went to mess to have food and some to rest in their quarters which hospital provides for doctors and staff members.