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  • Bed 15 — H1Ward.

    Bed 15 — H1Ward.

    Bed 15—H1 Ward The clock ticked… Against the quietness of the ward it sounded like pounding rather than ticking. Sarvishta looked; there was something about the terminal ICU that was inhumanly human. H1 bed 15, was an elderly man, a powerful magistrate of his time, with him was his brother, a senior professor, and son,…

  • the doll

    I wish I had never thrown my doll Malini away. I was just 5yrs. Old when papa went to UK for his FRCS. For me it was like Papa was going to Alladin’s cave. My brother and I were left in the care of my maternal grandparents by mom, who was recuperating from typhoid. She…