A single bullet took one life and shattered three others. Mine, among them. My brother shot my father. My mother heard the shot. Approximately 1400 kilometers away, in the Armed Forces Medical College at Pune, where I was pursuing a postgraduate course in pathology while serving as assistant warden of the hostel, the telephone rang. It was the night of December 4, 1977, a night that changed me forever.’ This book presents Dr Arvind Lal’s journey as a ...
