This was during my college days. It was quite late at night and I was preparing to go to bed in my room. It was then that I realised that my sore throat had worsened. Infact I had almost lost my voice – it had become quite husky.

My classmate suggested that I go and see the doctor at home as the college medical centre would be closed at this hour.

I liked the idea and went down to the doctors house. I rang the bell and the door was opened by his wife.

I asked, obviously in my husky voice, Is the doctor home?.

To which the wife replied, and in a HUSKY voice No … come in, come in …