Innocence revisited – 29

Naveen is tall, dark and as slim as the proverbial beanpole. He has been my friend since we were kids at kindergarten, and considers me to be his family doctor on the rare occasions that he needs medical attention (which, more often than not, is just a request for a medical certificate).

As a child he had always been sensitive, but over the years he has developed a veneer of stoic toughness, and to his acquaintances appears to be an average, unemotional man.

I was surprised one Saturday morning, therefore, to find that he and his wife had made an appointment to see me.