India, Dec. 11 -- No clipped grass. No flower beds. No monuments. And yet, this singular bench in central Delhi's Shivaji Stadium bus terminal always remains saturated in tranquil sakoon and shanti, a thing typical of an idyllic park bench. Before you risk reading further, dear reader, here's a disclosure. The precise locale of our story is too ordinary. That said, shouldn't the ordinary be also celebrated? This afternoon, all is silent around the bench. An elderly gent is sitting alone with a large yellow envelope bearing the words "MRI report," printed in bold. He is motionless, gazing straight ahead. The afternoon sunshine is streaming through the leaves of an adjacent pilkhan tree, falling on his anxious face. The man shows no alertness...