The 5th of January was decided as the transplant date. My sister and her family came down from the UK in December itself. I was excited at the prospect of getting the transplant done.
My brother Nitin is the eldest, then Mamata and then me. We call him Dada. Growing up, we were extremely close. We have some amazing childhood memories and I have to share this particular memory that we have pulled his leg for an eternity, but to a large extent, has played out in real life.