CHAPTER-2 PURPOSE Author’s POV The pulse-monitoring equipment was busy ticking at its usual pace. Dhilip breathed within the oxygen mask embracing his long and thin nose. His eyes remained closed. His motor organs suffered from laziness although the green monitor connected with wires hanging from his bed showed uniform zig-zag patterns full of hope. Raakesh stood outside the ward. He couldn’t take his eyes off the transparent circular peephole. He was restless checking out the innocent Dhilip in the blue-colored patient pants. There were two or three soft skin-friendly connectors pinned on Dhilip’s chest to a few medical reading machines