The Epiphany

The Epiphany

July 1, 2021 by umanath nayak10

Winter 2021

The window panes were wet from the early morning dew. As he looked out he realised that the heavy mist made it difficult to appreciate the beauty of the surroundings. Still, he wished to be outside. Last night again he had trouble sleeping; despite the liberal dose of 18-year Scotch fortified with a Restyl. He finally had to cry himself to sleep.

He carried his coffee outside and watched the sunrise beyond the green hills. There was comfort in the cold. He liked winter; it brought with it the numbing chill that would take the edge off his loneliness and despair. He had now experienced all of Munnar’s seasons; summer when he had his epiphany, the rainy season which had just ended when he arrived and now the beginning of the winter.

He had developed a ritual that kept him occupied most of the day. After his coffee, once the sun came out, he would go for a brisk walk around the plantation smelling the aroma of the tea leaves and feeling the wetness of the early morning dew on his feet. There would be no one around at this time except the night-duty watchman busy on his morning inspection.  Returning from the walk he would spend an hour tending to the vegetable garden he had himself dug up where he grew tomatoes, onions, cucumber and many leafy vegetables. His study room now had books on plants and vegetables, fertilizers and seeds in addition to medicine and drugs. Tired and dirty after the gardening he showered; a tingling exhilaration, a surge of elation brought forth by the icy shower, albeit temporarily, something that a hot shower could never do.

In the kitchen he prepared breakfast; a sandwich using vegetables that he grew in his garden and watched the daily happenings around the world on the small television fitted there. He had refused to keep a cell phone and had grudgingly agreed to a landline phone so that his family could contact him in an emergency.  The calls had reduced to a trickle; he refused to answer most calls and only responded to his daughter’s, that too not often than once a week. He did all his household chores himself, avoiding the need to interact and depend on anyone.

His outside world had now shrunk to a small clinic in the nearby village square, a half-hour drive from The Cottage; as he liked to refer to the English style bungalow where he stayed. It was perched on a small hillock overlooking a tea plantation. He had come to know about it through a colleague and was owned by a leading surgeon in Kochi who had purchased it as an investment years ago but rarely found the time to break away from his practice to visit. With the declining demand for tea and the recurring costs of maintaining such a property, he had agreed to rent it out to him on a trial basis.

The clinic idea came on an impulse following a conversation with his daughter when he admitted to her that he had to do something to keep himself occupied. The first month had passed away quickly enough setting up, but gradually there was the realisation that there was only so much that he could do around the house to keep his mind alert. Growing vegetables helped but he found the technicalities of harvesting tea boring. He was more a coffee person. When his daughter suggested why not spread the news of his availability to see patients, initially the idea did not appeal to him. The Cottage was too far from the nearby village and he did not wish to be disturbed by people coming at odd times to consult him. But a visit to the quaint village when the rains got over made him seriously consider the possibility of renting a place there to run a clinic.

A bit of arm-twisting – he did not possess a registration with the Kerala state medical council – and his reassurance to the village authorities that he would be seeing patients for free got him the necessary permission to practice. He rented a place in the village square and drove to Bengaluru on his 4-wheel SUV to get basic medical equipment (stethoscope, vitals monitor, an ECG machine) and essential drugs. He even employed a local boy from the village as a receptionist cum assistant.

Treating a handful of patients daily started giving him a sense of purpose, a meaning, a realisation of having reached out to someone despite the personal turmoil he was going through. He had treated tens of thousands of patients in the past, but the sense of fulfilment he got from treating patients in this remote village in the hills, he had never experienced before.

The clinic became his Ikigai.*


*IKIGAI – (生き甲斐, “a reason for being”) is a Japanese concept referring to having a direction or purpose in life, providing a sense of fulfilment and towards which they the person may take actions, giving them satisfaction and a sense of meaning

An excerpt from Chapter 2 of the novel A Final Waltz (CLICK HERE to read the Prologue)

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  • Jyotsna

    July 1, 2021 at 7:04 am

    A very visual piece of writing which piques my interest.


  • Michelle

    July 1, 2021 at 8:41 am

    I like the little details ……gets you in the place….. .. when is the book going to be published?

    Think you too have read IKIGAI, by Hector and Miralles.



    • Umanath

      July 1, 2021 at 12:23 pm

      I have. The Japanese have a profound insight into life’s many secrets and are able to express all its complexities in very simple language.


      • Carrissa

        July 18, 2021 at 1:56 pm

        Very well written piece Dr. Umanath, and completely agree that it’s in the simple things we experience the most profound side of life. I will definitely give IKIGAI a read, one of my sister’s favourite books.


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  • Maitreyi

    July 4, 2021 at 5:30 am

    Effortless writing which easily transports one to the place and phase where the character is in. Feel like reading the whole book at one go!


  • Vasavi J

    July 14, 2021 at 4:36 pm

    Beauty! The fullness of detail in it takes your creative writing several steps higher Sir! More than the “Scotch fortified with a Restyl.”😄



    July 15, 2021 at 1:10 am

    Amazing writeup sir!
    Its almost like, you are painting a picture of the scene infront of our eyes, just with the words.
    A pleasant read.


  • Srinivas Chakravarthy

    July 16, 2021 at 3:11 pm

    If the aim of art is to “reveal the inner meaning of things”, you have done it so well! From the Kiso Valley to Munnar…


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