Once, in a quiet university town in Canada, there studied a bright young woman named Ishita, a determined medical student with a sharp focus. Aarav is the boy studying in the same grade at the same university. Both of them are good friends from years ago. For a week the university is conducting a medical camp for the students in a small village. Aarav and Ishita, also all students, engaged themselves in a medical camp. While returning by packing up the camp, there is an ill old man in the middle of the road, treated by Aarav, who shifted the old man into a government sanatorium. The kindness of Aarav is a great thing that makes his helping hand always this sort of obsession, and it made Ishita attracted by his kindness.
A week later, Ishita stood in the operating theater, nervously adjusting her gloves. It was time for her first surgical assessment—the moment every medical student both dreaded and longed for.
The scalpel glistened under the OT light. As soon as she made the first incision, a wave of anxiety hit her like a tsunami.
Her hands trembled. Sweat trickled under her cap. The sight of blood—real blood, under her hands—made her dizzy.
While doing a surgical assessment in an OT by seeing blood for the first time and operating by herself, Ishita got tense and started sweating and shaking hands; she was thinking she couldn’t continue the assessment anymore.
But Aarav helps his friend Ishita by organizing medical records and preparing the room during patient assessments. Though not a medical professional, his support helps the assessment run smoothly. “Thanks, Aarav. I don’t think I’d be this calm without you.” “Go show them what a genius surgeon looks like,” he smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. This incident has made the bonding between them great now.
Two years later, Ishita stood in an OT in New York. She was a surgical local, bright and busy.
Her phone rang.
“Guess who just set up a community clinic in Himachal?” – Aarav
She smiled behind her mask.
Six months later, she flew back home for a holiday. They met again under starlight in the hills.
No competition, no tension.
Just two doctors! Two hearts!
“Still my power of liveliness?” she teased.
“Always,” he repeated, hauling her up in the lifeboat.
Ishita gazed down and then back at him.
“You know,” she said deliberately, “that day on the road. When you rescued that old man, something shifted for me.”
Their friendship became a partnership founded not only on common textbooks and operations but also on respect, late-night conversations, and an unshakeable trust in each other.
In an emergency world of deadlines and diagnoses, they’d discovered their recipe for happiness.
