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http://www.gulfnews.com/world/India/10052937.html
Mumbai, India: "I am tired of visiting mortuaries in the city. My son Amit who is deaf and dumb failed to return home from college. Please help me find him," pleads Mukta to anyone coming out of Bhabha hospital's mortuary section in Bandra.
Holding a recent photograph of her 20-year-old son in her hands and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she clutches on tightly to the sleeves of a policeman and shouts at him: "You people should be ashamed of yourself. You are all waiting for the minister but none of you are helping me to trace my missing son."
Her outburst is drowned in sirens from the minister's car, indicating the minister is about to reach the hospital gates.
The police officer quickly signals his junior to take Mukta away so that the minister faces no inconvenience.
As the convoy reaches the hospital gates policemen warn her against "creating a nuisance".
But as soon as the minister and his aides get down from cars, Mukta makes a dash for them and holds the photograph of her son to their faces, much to the embarrassment of the hospital management and police.
"Bring my son back to me," she pleads. "Amit is the eldest of my two sons who are both deaf and dumb. Amit left home on Tuesday morning as his Class 12 results were announced. He studies in Chetna College and took the train from Kurla to Bandra. But he has not returned home. My child must be lying somewhere with no one to take care of him. Help."
The minister immediately instructs his aides to broadcast Amit's photograph on television and get it published in the local newspapers. But Mukta refuses to let go of the photograph.
Holding it close to her chest she says: "I will not hand you over this photograph. This is the only good photograph of his that I have. I am sure it will end up in one of your files and forgotten. You are not helping me ... please ... please help."
The minister loses his patience and leaves Mukta in the officer's care and carries on with his hospital visit.
An exhausted Mukta slowly makes her way towards her husband and sister-in-law waiting outside the hospital gates.
"We are yet to check out Bhagwati hospital's mortuary and wards. Let's go there. I might find my son there," she says.
Mumbai, India: "I am tired of visiting mortuaries in the city. My son Amit who is deaf and dumb failed to return home from college. Please help me find him," pleads Mukta to anyone coming out of Bhabha hospital's mortuary section in Bandra.
Holding a recent photograph of her 20-year-old son in her hands and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she clutches on tightly to the sleeves of a policeman and shouts at him: "You people should be ashamed of yourself. You are all waiting for the minister but none of you are helping me to trace my missing son."
Her outburst is drowned in sirens from the minister's car, indicating the minister is about to reach the hospital gates.
The police officer quickly signals his junior to take Mukta away so that the minister faces no inconvenience.
As the convoy reaches the hospital gates policemen warn her against "creating a nuisance".
But as soon as the minister and his aides get down from cars, Mukta makes a dash for them and holds the photograph of her son to their faces, much to the embarrassment of the hospital management and police.
"Bring my son back to me," she pleads. "Amit is the eldest of my two sons who are both deaf and dumb. Amit left home on Tuesday morning as his Class 12 results were announced. He studies in Chetna College and took the train from Kurla to Bandra. But he has not returned home. My child must be lying somewhere with no one to take care of him. Help."
The minister immediately instructs his aides to broadcast Amit's photograph on television and get it published in the local newspapers. But Mukta refuses to let go of the photograph.
Holding it close to her chest she says: "I will not hand you over this photograph. This is the only good photograph of his that I have. I am sure it will end up in one of your files and forgotten. You are not helping me ... please ... please help."
The minister loses his patience and leaves Mukta in the officer's care and carries on with his hospital visit.
An exhausted Mukta slowly makes her way towards her husband and sister-in-law waiting outside the hospital gates.
"We are yet to check out Bhagwati hospital's mortuary and wards. Let's go there. I might find my son there," she says.