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  CHAPTER 02- Another Boiling Frog ‘Gaurav and his daughter are coming to dinner, you have to come.’ Avni sighed, she knew her mother had prepared all the arguments possible to convince her to come home. It felt odd, given two months ago, they hated the fact that she was always at home and not leaving for her residency. A useless vacuum of money. ‘It really depends on when I get out of my shift.’ ‘It would be disrespectful not to come, especially after Bhairavi has passed.’ ‘That makes no sense.’ ‘7 pm tonight.’ The line was disconnected. She looked over to her ward, was it really hers? The patients were mostly those of obstetrics and gynecology, new mothers. The babies were hers–it was her job to keep track of which newborns were underweight, hypoglycemic, developing jaundice due to inadequate feeding, and if they were sent for their required tests and vaccines. Her intern wasn’t going to turn up today, she had called in sick at around 6 am. It was courteous of her to inform her, ...

CHAPTER 1- One Boiling Frog (and Her Father) 'We are going for dinner at the Saha’s tomorrow.' The lid of the pot rattled against its rim, the milk inside simmering. Divya waited. It wasn't time yet. Her father continued but she didn't know what he was talking about anymore. She didn't want to look away and create a mess on the stove. She could hear him push himself off the chair and drag himself to the bedroom, barefooted, babbling on. Something about her brother and the cost of college. His walker was against the wall.  The simmering had become more violent.  Her mind wandered into her list, his test reports, the follow up appointments, deadlines at work, getting the air conditioner in her father's room serviced before the heat became too uncomfortable–there were many wonderful things to keep busy with. 'Are you listening to me?' 'What?' The milk spilled out onto the stove. 'Damnit,' she turned it off and got to her spice box, grinding ...