I just got off the phone with Minara, a 22-year-old refugee woman from Myanmar who lives in South-East Delhi. After being admitted to the Department of Psychiatry in Safdarjung Hospital for one month, she has recently returned home to her hut made of plastic sheets, mud and bamboo; currently semi-submerged in water because of the incessant rains. Her hospital discharge summary, a copy of which she sent to me on WhatsApp, reads, “severe depressive disorder” and the advice on it in bold letters states—“never leave the patient alone with sharp objects in the vicinity”.