[Father is in a banyan shirt and shorts in the computer room of his cottage in Kathmandu. It is 9 pm and dark. The computer screen lights up his face. His eye bags are drooping down. He is closing his eyes and opening them at intervals. He finishes typing an email and hits send. He checks his inbox to see a new bolded email at the top. It is a response to an email he had sent months ago, when he was sending forwards to any person in his contact list to help him fund his hospital equipment proposal.]
Re: Call to Fund Hospital Reform, Please Help
Sent 9:03 pm
Dear Dr Sherchan,
I have received your email and I am pleased to see the work you are doing. I have not lived in Tukuche for many years. I do not know what life is like there anymore. Ma has told me you are very successful in Kathmandu. I see this email and I know you are doing good work. God bless you.
Yogendra
[Father’s eyelids remain swollen. His eyes are red. At the same time they scan the email over and over again. Father’s legs begin shaking. He clacks furiously at his keyboard.]
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