The other day, a young nurse from my ward—bright girl, just moved back to her husband’s small town—was talking about how the local pharmacy closes by eight, and the nearest hospital is an hour’s bus ride on a bad road. I felt that pinch, chetta. When I send money home, I always wonder: what if the city’s safety net was woven tighter, so a father’s illness didn’t mean a daughter’s whole salary? Because out here, a late-night cough can still bankrupt a family, and that’s not something a new coffee packet can fix.
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