I have been in the medical profession for nearly 35 years and have not done anything extraordinary in the field that may make people curious about this special day for me. Nevertheless, I am sharing the most felicitous moment of my professional life. It was a usual Saturday afternoon in the month of May 1999 at my hometown Darbhanga in North Bihar. I was about to leave for Patna in my car when a tall slim young man with fair complexion suddenly entered through the gate and hailed the car.
Assuming him to be a patient or an attendant, I politely told him to come on Monday. I was taken aback when he said, “Sir, I have come all the way from Kashmir to consult you.” Curiosity got the better of me and I got out of the car and invited him in my chamber. He then very politely reminded me that he was an old patient of mine and jolted my memory back to two years before when I had repaired his…
