I was driving slowly and my mind was caught up in the memory of that five year old boy who lied on that bed to be inspected by me. "Promise me doctor," he begged. That was a broken sentence and he then looked into my eyes. Those exceptionally dark eyes glittered under a layer of tears. "What son? What should I promise?", I asked, running my fingers through his short, stiff hair. But he just repeated, "Promise me doctor, please! The valley of rainbow..." "You are ill little master," I said, "but it's just for a while. You will be alright soon." But he still clang to that rainbow valley of his. The mother was standing beside us with an anxious pair of eyes, fidgeting. "Don't worry, he's delirious in fever. Maybe some fairy tale still lingers in his mind. It will be okay", I told that woman. He kept on asking me that promise and when I saw he was so fond of that mysterious valley of rainbow, I promised to his relief...
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