I am myself because I am a doctor…
Vijayaprasad Gopichandran, 18.06.2023 It was 12 noon, the clouds had closed on the sky, and it was dark, there was a gentle drizzle. The out-patient clinic was lean. The past few days had been oppressively hot and suddenly it was cloudy and pouring since morning. So, people had chosen to stay home. A man about 40 years of age, wet in the rain walked into our clinic. He was wearing a dark blue striped lungi, and a red shirt with the top 3 buttons open. His hair was unkempt and wet in the rain. There was a thick salt and pepper stubble. The look on his face was one mixed with anger, apathy, and irritation. Behind him stood a woman, much smaller than him in stature, with a grim look on her face and her eyes red, probably due to a lot of crying. His body language exuded reluctance as he walked slowly into the clinic and took the seat in front of me. “Please tell me sir, what brings you to the clinic,” I said in my usual kind demeanour. He gave a shocked look filled with i...