Shirin Gadbade can’t remember what a rasgulla tastes like, and says she doesn’t know where to look when dessert time rolls around and everyone helps themselves to ice-cream.

Gadbade, 37, a Mumbai-based communications manager, is lactose intolerant, which means no Indian sweets or paneer or chocolate with greater milk content.

“The only time I drank milk without throwing up was probably when I was breastfed,” she says.

With no end sight for the wait in the queues at banks and ATMs post-demonetisation, residents can take comfort in a noble gesture from some private hospitals and doctors. They are offering medication and consultation to people in the queues undergoing physical and mental stress.