An elegant family of five walked into my office. The patient was the 80-year-old matriarch; let’s call her Auntyji. She was dressed in a bespoke white and gold salwar kameez, with her hair tied back in a school teacher-y bun. She sat upright in the chair in front of me while her two daughters, probably in their 50s, planted themselves on either side. The two dutiful-looking sons-in-law accompanying them plonked themselves on the examining bed. “We’re two brothers married to two sisters,” one of them spoke up, introducing the fam jam.

“How’s that going for the four of you?” I digressed, even before trying to find out what was wrong with Auntyji, in a bid to calm the nerves that were palpable in the room. “Well, let’s just say everything has its pros and cons!” one daughter replied. “But there are more pros for sure,” the men jumped in to save the day.