Yesterday I was peeling potatoes and my hand cramped so bad I had to stop. That girl Neha Bora, I do not know what she did or did not, but when the body betrays you the clinic doors must open without a long paper dance. My own doctor in Shillong told me last month to buy a new ointment, but the price has jumped like a goat over a fence, and the government hospital said, "Come back in two weeks." I only hope that wherever she is, the medicine reached her hands before the pain made her forget her own name.
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