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But as days turned into weeks, the lump didn’t go away. Instead,
it grew, accompanied by a dull ache that gnawed at her peace of
mind. At night, under the faint moonlight streaming through
her window, Amrita found herself touching the lump, her fingers
trembling with a fear she couldn’t voice.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the
sky in hues of orange and purple, Amrita sat on the verandah with
Ramesh. The day’s chores were done, and a calm silence enveloped
them. In that quiet moment, Amrita finally found the courage to
speak.
“Ramesh,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I think I
need to see a doctor.”
Ramesh set aside the farming tools he had been cleaning, his
brows furrowed with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice
steady but laced with worry.

“There’s… something I’ve noticed. A lump,” she admitted hesitantly.
His eyes widened, and for a moment, he said nothing. Then, taking
her hands in his, he said firmly, “We’ll go tomorrow. First thing in
the morning.”
DIAGNOSIS AND TREATMENT

The next day, they journeyed to Guwahati. The city’s chaos—its

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