Mahil’s Story

My story was written the year before last about an incident that happened twenty years ago. Now my children are loving and caring adults in a world that is fast becoming unloving and uncaring.

My son, Mahil, is studying and working to be a general surgeon at present, in the second year of a three-year course. He may want to super-specialize after that. He is not interested in a big income; he only wants his patients to get well and have a better quality of life. His fiancée, Sherin, is also studying to become a surgeon. In fact, she is his classmate in medical school. Their wedding date is in early April 2026.

My son is a very skillful and reliable surgeon. When he was a resident medical officer in the hospital where his father works as the chief cardiothoracic surgeon and director, he entrusted Mahil with many procedures and the care of many sick patients, always under his supervision.

Mahil (whose name in the Indian vernacular Tamil means rejoice), plays the piano and guitar and has even composed music. He has drawn diagrams in a chapter that his father wrote in Farquharson’s surgery textbook. He has also drawn some of the cover pictures of my Bible activity books very beautifully. 

Accompanying this blog post is a photograph of my family. In the top row, from the left, is my husband, Sanjeeth, and Mahil. In the bottom row, from the left, is myself, Sherin (Mahil’s fiancée), and my daughter, Harsha.