India, April 10 -- Some voices stay with us for a lifetime. For me, one of them is the voice of a doctor saying, "We couldn't save him" referring to my father. It came without fanfare, without softness, without ceremony. Just four words-and the world changed for me.
At that moment, I wanted to hold someone accountable for the unbearable loss I had just suffered. My father was in the doctor's care, and I had trusted him to guard my father's life. And yet, death had slipped through the cracks. I remember standing there, wordless, caught in a strange pause between fury and resignation. I didn't lash out. What would be the point now? The man was gone. To behave like a savage towards a doctor like many patients do in the face of a tragedy wasn'...