Fate, it seems, conjures up all sorts of ways for us to be in a certain place at a certain time. In 1982 as a trainee psychiatrist in the UK, I found myself co-facilitating a group at the Castlewood Day Hospital, then part of the Bexley psychiatric rotation scheme, in the south-east of London. Group psychotherapy was part of our training. Held thrice a week the groups were open-ended and patients ranged from those with interpersonal relationship and personality problems to those with anxiety and substance misuse problems. At the time the experience was somewhat baffling. Not only was I from a different country and culture, my exposure to psychiatry was limited to about 12 months. More often than not I felt lost as I tried to come to terms with ‘group dynamics', ‘reality testing’, ‘transference’, ‘multiple transference’, ‘group cohesion’, ‘group pressure’, etc.