Donor hands keep Donating, Receiver hands keep receiving Hope one day the Receiver hands become Donor hands! (Wild translation of a famous poem by Vrinda Karandikar.) 17 th January 1988 I had just completed my M.S, General surgery, from the Government Medical College, Nagpur and moved to Mumbai for my super specialty and took up residency at the Asha Parekh Hospital at Santacruz. It was just the third day of my job. I completed my evening rounds, had dinner, went for a post dinner walk on the Juhu beach and returned to my room. As I stepped inside, I received a message from the telephone operator that there was a trunk-call for me from Nagpur and the caller would be calling again in about half an hour. In those days, only very rich people had landline phones and trunk calls were the only way to contact with people in other cities. The STD facilities hadn’t yet started and no one had heard of mobile phones till then! Exactly in half an hour, the phone call came and it was f