I was looking at the body in front of me. The body seemed very lifeless, if it not were the light breathing that was there. The slow movement of the chest was very much a proof of that. And there I stood with a knife in my hand. My hand would have been shaking but today they were not. It was a long time before when it would shake. I would have been scared doing this. But today after so many years, the trembling was not there. And the fear had subsided long ago.

The lady was standing in front of me. She was wearing a mask, very much similar to mine. She was tensed. I could sense that in her. Was she afraid that I would fail? Was she afraid of the body? I could not tell.

I slowly tightened the grip of hand around the knife. It was shining silver in all glory. But soon it would be deep inside the body and would be gory red. My hands would be soaked in the red blood of the man. But I was mentally relaxed and patient.

After all, a surgeon needs to strong at heart while performing surgeries!!!!