The Appointment You Didn't Expect to Make
The cardiologist's waiting room in Chennai or Medanta or Kokilaben looks nothing like the one you sat in abroad. It is louder, more crowded, occasionally chaotic. A man argues with a billing clerk two windows down. A woman feeds her mother a biscuit from a tiffin box she carried from home. You sit with your folder of foreign test reports and feel, for the first time in years, that you are not the patient here, you are the visitor.
