My younger sister in Bhubaneswar called last week, fever so high she could barely speak. The university clinic gave her paracetamol and sent her home—no test, no question why. I sat here in my shop, stitching a shirt while the monsoon rain dripped through the hole in the roof, and thought: if she was the collector's daughter, they would have done a full blood count. We spend so much time on big plans for health, but in the village, a leaking roof and a missed fever are the same problem.
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