“You two reek of sex! I guess that explains those clothes and what you were doing in there though. There is a shower through that door, drop those r...gs you're holding and get yourselves cleaned up, then put these on.”There was a pile of lime green and black items left on two chairs. The stranger indicated which pile was for Ella and which was for me and, after telling us that we had thirty minutes to clean up and get dressed, looked at me and smiled.“Nice love organ by the way, I’ve not seen. I would see herevery week for an hour and I was very comfortable with her. We woulddiscuss how I felt about my body and other matters. She asked how I feltabout being a girl. I told her it was ok, I was getting used to it. I wasglad I wasn't butt ugly, which would have made my life a living hell. Ifelt strange when men and boys would look at me, like a piece of meat. Iguess I deserve that though, since that is how I would look at girls. She asked if I was attracted to boys, as I was now almost. Ever since she first visited her family doctor for flu, as a 5 yr old, the medical profession fascinated her. As she grew older, Nidhi could not imagine herself as anything other than a doctor. Her doting family, as in everything their ‘good girl’ attempted, gave her their full support, always with the subconscious belief that a good education would help them find a better groom for her. Navigating the complex web of entrance exams and Quota is no simple matter even for someone as smart as. BP: 148/100 Temp: 37.7°C Pulse: 102.5 BPM Respiration: 31.3Used up for the time being, I relent and fall back against the table. I'm already dozing – ready to get back to sleep. The many tendrils of the machine help me to my feet so I might saunter slowly back toward the place of my slumber. It takes me several tries to remain upright, but with each stumble I know I will be caught. Ever so softly it catches me with five or six carefully formed hands, and patiently helps me.