I was posted at a small hospital in NCR. Work in operation theatre was moderate, just sufficient for a single anaesthetist. Colleagues were pleasant. Surgeon was always full of interesting, amusing, and intelligent conversation. My daughter was studying for a course of her choice in a college of Delhi University and visited us every fortnight. My son, never too keen in academics, appeared to like the coaching he was taking for IIT entrance. Archana had, for the first time in her career, secured a well-paying job in a NOIDA hospital. Station was famous for its golf course: a verdant stretch of rolling turf, with rows of trees guarding its distant boundaries. It lay just across our house. I walked its perimeter in the evenings; three rounds fed my diet of nine kilometers. Large ground surrounded our house where we planted a variety of flowers. In winters I read books here, lazing on a reclining chair, contemplating the good turn my life seemed to be traversing then. Nearness to Air