Could they finally uncover the mystery that was plaguing him? Or would he be left with even more questions? The wait for the doctor’s diagnosis was an agonizing one. And when it finally came, it left Rohan in a state of disbelief, questioning everything he knew.
The bustling, crowded confines of Mumbai’s Tata Memorial Hospital stood in stark contrast to the boundless fields of Nagpur. The air was thick with a potent mix of desperation and hope. Upon Rohan’s arrival, a swarm of activity enveloped him: a deluge of inquiries, thorough examinations, and the touch of icy instruments against his skin – a complete departure from the welcoming warmth of his beloved fields. A palpable sense of uncertainty permeated the air, the weight of it oppressive.