There's a small clinic in our town where the compounder uncle knows every child by name; he charges thirty rupees for a check-up and gives the same injection my *dadi* used to get. My father says the new hospital with its glass doors wants too many forms before they even touch a feverish patient. I wonder if when we trade the old *dawai* shop for a fancy billing machine, we lose the right to sit on the verandah bench and just tell someone what hurts without a token number.
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