I saw two boys fighting for an Avocado near the well. Pouncing on each other, leaving their marks all over. One of them was not able to walk properly due to the crooked leg. Atrophied perhaps. I was not able to see the faces, but they were familiar to me. These were the same kids who were talking of starting their business of selling Avocados yesterday near the hospital. The childhood friendship is so pure and honest. The bond of trust that is developed between the childhood friend can even beat the relationship with your life partner. Everything is shared, even the dreams. These two were also busy dreaming about their businesses. The aim was to earn profits to buy more Avocados.
Suddenly I saw the boy with crooked leg shouting, ‘I have won, I have got the fruit’. The other one was just getting up when he lost his balance and fell into the well. The boy dropped the fruit down and went to help him. The fruit, which was the most desirable item few seconds back was lying in the mud.
I opened my eyes and saw two nurses with the notepad in their hand. The doctor came inside the room. One of the nurses said,’Mr. Ricardo Cobos, Age: 57, History: Victim of Poliomyelitis.’ I saw my wheel chair near my bed. That was the only thing that was mine in that room. ‘Patient is normal now. It is the criminal case. The patient was poisoned by his business partner’,said the second Nurse. Doctor studied few reports and looked at me and smiled. ‘Nothing to worry about Michael, you will be discharged tomorrow’,said the Doctor.
‘By the way, I am Dr. Jack Wilson. Let me know if you have any issues’
‘sure Doc. BTW,I am Ricardo Cobos, owner of Avocado Exports,Argentina’.