I was in Delhi last week attending to my 90-year-old aunt who was about to go through a major surgery. We finished the admission formalities and settled her into her well-appointed room the evening before the surgery. The surgeon and his team had exuded confidence but had also quietly cautioned us (and her) that any ‘major’ surgery at her age did come with associated risks. Sobered by this thought, a few relatives and friends, sat around her chatting cheerfully - trying to keep her, and our own spirits high.
It was then that a friend turned to me quietly and said that the clock on the wall was ticking too loudly.
It was then that a friend turned to me quietly and said that the clock on the wall was ticking too loudly.
