Initial Findings…..didn’t notice

Back in 2020, one night in February, when I was in Bangalore, I got a call from my father around 8 PM, and he said

“He was driving back from the office and experiencing extreme pain in the abdomen area”.

I was worried and asked him, ‘Where was he exactly ?’. I asked him to immediately turn the car into a nearby hospital, which is 3–4 km away from the place he said he was at.

He was hesitant and worried about going to the hospital but then I asked him to ‘Just stop there for a while and go to the restroom’. Because I thought he would at least get temporary relief if he had been to the restroom.

After 5–10 minutes, I called him back and enquired about his pain and condition. He said, “The pain was relieved and will slowly drive back home”. I asked him to ‘slowly reach home and call me immediately if you face any problem’.

He went home, took a bath, went to my aunt’s house, ate some food, took a pill, relaxed for 1–2 hours, and went back home and slept.

I called him the next day, he said “Everything is fine and normal…”

BUT ……………………………(to be continued in the next chapter).

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What I Saw, Staying

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