Stories By 'PARSHU SHRESTHA'
It was already seven o’clock in the evening. There was a long queue of patients waiting for their turn to see the doctor. The clinic was on the second floor of an old, traditional Newar building made of brick and clay mortar with wooden windows and doors. The clinic overlooked the busy town square. The doctor was in his room seeing his patients one at a time. The doctor’s helper would call out the name of the waiting patients every 10 to 15 minutes.
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My mom loves small children very much and she has a capacity to befriend any child within a short while. She takes even unknown children in her lap and kisses them and plays with them. Maybe it’s because she lost her six-day-old daughter (my kid sister) many years ago.
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