When I was going through the blues brooding over India’s exit at the world cup in my office, my phone rang. It was Nalini, my effervescent secretary/nurse informing me about the arrival of Chan and Shmi, the couple who had been undergoing sex therapy at the clinic over the past 6 weeks. I could see them in the waiting hall through my CCTV. They were not their usual glum selves. Here they were with a basket of fruits and beaming from ear to ear. I needed that adrenaline shot to pep up my foul mood. I COULDN’T WAIT.