My Story, Dec '14
Pallav Bonerjee on his tryst with psychology, people and destiny
– the third in a series of personal narratives
I lost my maternal grandmother on the 12th of September this
year. It was an ordinary day till the news of her demise came in. I was at
office, consulting. The patient sitting in front of me was talking about his compulsive
need to check for trace amounts of soap on his scalp after bathing every day,
when a phone call from my father broke the news. I was a bit surprised to see
his name flash on my phone screen. He usually doesn’t call me during office
hours. I instinctively disconnected it with a message that I would get back
later and refocussed on my patient. He was narrating about his checking ritual
which now involved his wife’s assurance that his scalp was, in fact, perfectly
soap-free, at which point he would be satisfied and leave home for office. The
phone rang again.