Dr Jehangir was not an exceptionally tall man; rather, he was of medium height. He had a full head of neatly-trimmed hair of an aristocratic shade of grey, and a broad forehead. He was clean-shaven and had an extremely fair complexion. So fair, indeed, that had Rahul been standing a little closer to him, he would have been able to see the fine red blood vessels that ran along the sides of his patrician nose. He was wearing a pale blue shirt with cufflinks and a navy tie with a fleur-de-lis design. This was elegance indeed, in a hospital where standard attire for male consultants was a bush shirt and trousers, or if a person considered himself stylish, a safari suit.
They moved on to the next bed and the next, and Rahul began shifting his weight from one leg to the other. At first, he had
