It was congenital. The doctor futher continued with the horrific narrative and even suggested that I should be taken to India for further medical assitance. Either that, or if we had any religious belief, that was the time to seek spiritual and religious help. I could not understand anything the doctor said at that time. But I could definitely read pain and heartbreak from my parents faces. You know, tough times call for tough decisions.
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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