Daughter
The day Kasturi was born dawned overcast and wet with unseasonal Showers. The landscape of Agra washed by rain shone like a newly minted coin in the weak morning sunlight. The hospital resurrected from an old haveli still had a few of its old features intact just in case the owners had a change of mind. But I was blind to all these wonders as I waddled to the operating room / kitchen. The connotations of having a baby in the kitchen were mind boggling, what better place for boiling water as one sees in old movies. The door to the operation theatre was held open for me by a very courteous “jhaduwala”(Janitor). How did I figure out his occupation you ask? Simply by the tools of his trade he carried around with him. We walk into the cavernous room lit by the lights over the operating table which did little to dispel the darkness in the room. I got my daily exercise quota just walking to the table. Awaiting me there were the 4 people entrusted with the responsibility of br...