Did Takorbhi Pitel kill his wife?
By JIRARA
© JIRARA, October 2022, Published by JIRARA, on matrubharti.com
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Did Takorbhi Pitel kill his wife?
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He was a medical superintendent or may be the director of a hospital or a medical educational institution (he was quite capable of holding many positions concurrently) in a relatively big city of an erstwhile princely state, this was nearly five decades ago. DRTP was quite tall and a bit of darker complexion, was really a handsome person, and usually dressed in an ironed-suit which was most of the times pure white, and he always walked with an erudite gait, and often swiftly. Being a very successful medical practitioner, he showed a lot of confidence in himself.
He was married and had a son who himself was a doctor and was running and managing his father’s small nursing home in the same city, of course this was in son’s name.
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DRTP being a big man in his circle, had a clout and a retinue of caucus people from several quarters of the city, and in all probability, he had attracted some senior-lady practitioners and other senior staff members who always wanted some favours from him, for their assessment promotions, hike in their salaries, upgradation in their positions, and any change of wards they used to be in-charge-of; and in most cases Pitel used to be very generous. It seems he was a religious person, not too much ritualistic though, but more rather like a follower of some philosophy, since he used to sponsor some popular talks and lectures and even used to attend these, from the social workers of a great fame in his native state.
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Once, his wife was admitted to his son’s nursing home, and this prolonged for a couple of weeks, may be her sickness demanded that.
Joymala: Sir, the madam seems to be fine, but she murmurs a lot of things in the nights, she must be getting a lot of dreams, and must be feeling home-sick.
TP: How do you know all this?
J: Sir, last night I was at her bed, since she had asked for warm water; and then I sat in the chair and slept away since I was tired, and I heard her lamentations.
TP: Did she know that you were there afterwards?
J: Perhaps, not sir.
TP: Do you know what was she lamenting about?
J: She was abusing some man, and a lady and she was telling her that she would take some revenge on her for her act of interfering in the life of ‘some people’; but no name was clear from her feeble, and yet angry voice.
TP: I think she needs more sedatives, I mean tranquilizer, you can give one injection every alternate day, just before bed time, and tell her that it is for her good sleep, and that it was recommended by her doctor-son.
J: Ok, sir, but don’t you think she can be discharged, she might be missing her home?
TP: No, we will observe her for a few days, and then will see what to do, after the special treatment is over.
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One day when the son met his mother in her very special ward, with all the modern amenities available those days, he felt that something was going on fishy in respect of the treatment for her mother; but could not decipher much, because he could not suspect anybody, but decided to be alert and watchful.
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J: Sir, the madam had lamented a lot last night, and she was furious, and uttered names that were not very clear, but sounded somewhat familiar; she was repeatedly mentioning one lady whom she abused a lot and used a lot of expletives; I was really perturbed and got even scared of the madam’s temperament, and I felt as if I heard ‘traces of references to you’.
TP: Don’t worry, it happens for the patients of her kind, wherein they get in the spasm of imaginary fears, and would lament anything over which they would not have any control. You can give the injection every night, and when she asks for warm water, you can administer the liquid potion that would be specially prepared for her, along with water, I hope you understand what I mean, she will be alright. It would be prudent of you not to make a big fuss about all this. Joymala was as such a very mature nursing soul.
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One fine early morning, after just a week of the special treatment, a patient in the very special ward was declared dead by a new attending nurse. The DRTP told her that since, the whereabouts of the patient were not known to the nursing home authorities, the patient’s body be immediately transferred to the nursing home-mortuary, and said that after seeking clarifications from the municipality authorities, we will take further necessary action, to which the new nurse had agreed.
The new nurse enquired about Joymala, but was told that she had taken voluntary retirement and moved to her native state.
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In fact, Joymala had joined another nursing home in her native state. One day she found that a huge amount of money was transferred into her account, but she did not know who was the donor, nor did she bother to find out.
But, she was again in charge of a new patient who had almost the similar conditions of the patient she was in special charge of, at her previous job. Just, a few days ago she had got a phone call from an unknown doctor that this patient was a special one, and must be treated with utmost care, and nobody should be informed about this at all; and all the expenditure would be paid by him. The new patient was herself told by this unknown doctor to hide her face as much as possible from the attending nurse.
Again, after a few days there was a huge money transferred into her account, and yet again she did not bother to worry about it. After the newly admitted special patient had fully recovered, one day the patient was discharged and moved to a new home in the same city of Joymala, but she herself did not know who had come and taken away the patient, all this was done in an utmost secrecy from her.
Joymala got a great relief from the continual tensions, and sleepless nights (a ‘GOD’ fearing soul indeed she was), and yet was very happy that she was now monetarily rich.
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One day she got a phone call from the same unknown person, who thanked her for saving her mother from the clutches of the previous nursing home, and also for the quick exchange of the wards for the two patients (one of which was already dead just then a few minutes ago) that one particular night; the voice sounded somewhat familiar but she could not decipher; of course there was not much need of that act; but she did say ‘a big thank you’ to him, and said that it was her pious duty.
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The body of the special patient from the mortuary was cremated in all urgency within just a few days, even before the clearance from the corporation had come, because DRTP was very sure that he would get permission to do that.
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After several months, DRTP received a phone call from a lady, whose voice seemed familiar but was like an old lady’s voice, who thanked him for giving him a son, who saved her life. DRTP started shivering, and trembling, and was really perturbed and confused as what to say to the new lady owner of his nursing home (that was run by his son earlier who had left the city and the home for ever, that very early morning after that special patient in the nursing home was declared dead).
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Pitel might have gone through several sleepless nights, and then whatever might have happened to the new couple seems to have been buried in the labyrinth of time.
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