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Shalini

Published in 2006 - Edited in 2026 “Come Mohandas, it is time for your interview with the doctor.” “Yes, coming.” Rishi, a young assistant, dressed in a freshly starched uniform walked ahead, as he led a tired old man, with balding head, thinly covered with greying hair, to the consulting rooms. At his soft knock, a deep voice from inside replied, “Come in.” “Sir, patient No. 33.” The square room was sparsely furnished. At the far end, there was a wooden table with two […]

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