During my years in medical school, it was always tough to lay your hands on the best books available. They were outrageously expensive for a middle class student like me. My dad would still want me to have the best. He would put aside his needs and my mother would spend less on the essentials so that I could have expensive reference books in medicine and surgery. I devoured on Harrison’s Principles of Internal Medicine and Schwartz’s Surgical textbook. They were hard to reproduce in the exams but were succinct in their explanations of the various diseases that plagued the amazing human body.
The last I read from these books is more than 20 years. They occupied a corner on my bookshelf and gathered dust. They would catch the corner of my eye, occasionally and I would clear the dust as a sweeping sense of nostalgia overcame me. With my daughter’s books jostling for space, I decided to make space for her while the house was being painted. I brought these old books down, turned a few pages with a lump catching my throat. I realised, there time was past.All the information I ever wanted was just a click of a button away. A lot has changed since the time they were the only prized possessions I ever had. They had to go... the new had to make space for the old. Their life had come one full circle!