(As told to Joie Bose)
(Names changed to protect identities)
I was going through a tough time at home
Dr Wasim Ahmed looked like Imran Khan and seemed totally out of place in the hospital where I worked as a receptionist. He was a doctor but he basically facilitated between the support staff, nurses and the other doctors. He had a management degree and represented us workers in the management boards, highlighting our concerns. Dr Wasim was empathetic, kind and caring.
When my mother fell ill, our head of staff created hell for me. She didn’t grant me leave after the first few days. As the only earning member of my family, it was difficult for me. One day Dr Wasim found me red-eyed on duty and instead of asking me what was wrong, he waited for my shift to get over. As I got out of the hospital and headed towards the bus stand, he followed me casually as if he too was going that way. Soon he caught up with me and asked, “Hey Sukanya, what’s wrong with you these days?”