He died at the age of eighteen, my disabled older brother.Yes, he was free from the cursed life he was given. Yet he was my brother. My mother (Aai) was his mother, too. Up until his body was brought out of my mother’s bed and laid down in the small open court yard between our two little houses of thatched roof, I did not really understand the significance. I stared at the body with mother at its side, wailing and crying, and even showing her anger at my father. Father could not afford modern medicine, doctors, specialists, or taking him to a big city for treatment. He quietly and helplessly listened to her accusations, and with a vacant look stared at the sky. I realized then that being poor could be a serious and fatal ailment. We used to sleep in the same bed, Aai in the middle, and two of…
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