I have to admit, I keep on procrastinating my writing. Everyday, so many incidents happen at work, while I am interacting with my patients, I am exposed to differing ideologies and views. I am amazed at the differing responses I got regarding Christmas celebrations. Some people awaited patiently for Christmas and were excited about it and some people were happy that it was over and life was back to routine. Few people were overwhelmed with the family coming over and fanfare that followed.

The incident that caught my attention and affected me most was a vulnerable boy. A boy 17yr old, came to our practice, clothed only in jumper, no shoes only socks mumbling to himself and lost. He was our practice patient, he thought he was here for an appointment and he was informed he had no appointment today and that he had missed on last two appointments. Our practice manager and head receptionist, talked to him, gave him food to eat and took him to a warm place to sit. called the police to take him to his carer. He had mental health issues. The police came and said 'come on we are here to take you to your carer, we also need to sort out your shoes' They spoke politely, mindful of his mental health situation. Everyone was very sympathetic towards him. They were worried the poor boy wasn't appropriately clothed, no food to eat. When I asked the next day, my PM, was narrating how sorry she felt for him and that at night at the dinner table she was thinking about him, hope he had food to eat?'

In India, where i was raised i have grown so immune to the poverty that i am not sympathetic anymore. I think i don't really care. I have to explore this part of me.

Another interesting story, worth talking about. My friend and his two friends went to stay over weekend at their common friend's mum's home. she was a loving lady, very hospitable. She would go every morning and get them fresh bread. Cook all meals and serve them well. My friend and his friends saved all the money they took. While leaving they thought of giving her some money. So 2 of the friend left her 300 € each but one of the friend said i will not give her money. He went out and got her a flower bouquet worth 39p. The old lady was so happy with the flower, till today she remembers him and mentions about the flower bouquet that he gifted her. I have not been able to stop thinking about this. It appears simple story but they are too many layers to it. A flower bouquet leaves much deeper indelible mark on her heart than the money given to her.