The Green Page

I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot. It’s been a month since I slept for more than four hours a day. A new set of wrinkles and dark circles have appeared around my eyes. The last couple of days were terrible. Even after taking my medication, I could not sleep for more than three hours. To make things worse, my migraine was back. I sat in the cab impatiently, humming and tapping the window with my moist fingertips. The doctor’s appointment was in an hour. My driver assured that we would reach the clinic in half an hour. I managed a weak smile and looked outside. It was a typical morning in the city. There was the usual traffic, students going to schools and colleges, roadside vendors bargaining with the customers, stray dogs drooling outside tea stalls and the traffic police trying their best to maintain order amongst the chaos. I rolled up my window and a poster caught my attention. Squinting my eyes, I read it again. A sudden wave of panic hi