Stepping into the Parsi General Hospital, even without knowing its fictional counterpart from Family Matters, evokes a sense of quiet, institutional routine tinged with underlying anxieties. The hushed corridors and the pervasive scent of antiseptic speak to the fragility of the human body, a reality so central to the novel's exploration of aging and decline. Knowing the book, however, amplifies this feeling. One might imagine the weary shuffle of Nariman Vakeel, the protagonist, as he navigates these very halls, a ghost in his own life, dependent on the care offered here. The weight of family obligation, the subtle resentments and strained affections depicted in the novel, seem to cling to the walls, making the visitor acutely aware of the invisible dramas playing out within each room, the silent battles against illness and the slow erosion of independence that Mistry portrays with such poignant detail.