India, 1986 Aashi walked fast towards the autorickshaw stand to escape the rain. “Baba Sahib hospital,” she said as she bent over to see the driver’s face. “80 rs.” he said and continued to drink his chai. “80? I know it is raining, but come on.. 80? I’ll give 50,” she negotiated. “80! The roads …
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