“ I am sorry, we tried our best!” said the Doctor and disappeared down the corridor.’Birth and Rebirth are two sides of the same coin’ declared a banner on the walls. Tears streaming down Mr. Gupta’s face. On the hospital bed was what remained of his son.“Had I not bought him the motorcycle, he would have been alive today!” Mr. Gupta said between sobs.He collapsed on the floor, not sure what to do next.A sharp jab in his back made him wince. It was a young girl holding a cane.“Why are you blocking my way?” she asked.The girl was wearing a patient’s gown.He stared at her for a few minutes.“I am sorry,” he said and got up. He let the girl pass.Mr. Gupta looked at his son for a second, then went to the Doctor and said, “I want to donate my son’s organs. He would have wanted it.”