“Where am I?” Shyam asked, his eyes scanning his surroundings. He was in four white enormous walls, a totally strange place for him. He heard the words but couldn’t put them together. “I can’t understand.” He whispered. Again he heard the same obscure voices. “Where am I?” he shouted. “Please, be calm.” Someone said, “Don’t be angry it makes you unconscious again.” “Where am I?” he repeated the same. “In hospital.” “Am I alive?” “The dead man asks no questions.” the man replying him smiled. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m doctor Verma.” Was the answer. Doctor and hospital those