TribulationZahi was imagining herself as a consultant taking ward rounds, her stethoscope peeking out of the bottom pocket of the long white coat that she wore over her elegant saree. Her hair was pinned up in an upswept style which showed off her long neck to advantage. She had always been a bit vain about it. Should she have on glasses? They certainly gave her an air of professionalism, but she had always hated them. So, off with them. That was better. Now she didn’t look so stern. She pictured herself listening gravely to her registrar, then turning to talk to the residents and interns who made up the small group accompanying her on rounds. They were all listening intently as she explained something to them. One of them asked a question. Zahi paused to consider her answer, then began to
