Kavita looked at the reports again on her way to Dr Madhur. No, they don't look good. Her cholesterol and triglycerides were through the roof. The last time she saw Dr Madhur, there had been promises of diet and exercise. And she had done nothing. She knew she had to her genetics (her mother died of a heart ailment) and sedentary life style made her high risk for cardiac disease. Perhaps a death wish lurked somewhere in her subconscious preventing her from taking the right measures.
She rolled the window down and a blast of hot air hit her, prickling her forehead. Delhi summer, at its peak, harsh and unforgiving. The incoming traffic shimmered in the heat. The cruel orange ball in the blue sky. Glistening, perspiring, sweaty bodies everywhere crushed by its heat. Yet it was the time whe
