A three-year-old kid was sitting outside the labor room beside the doctor’s table. He was surprisingly calm and quiet. He seemed to enjoy the tea we had given him while his mother delivered her fourth child. He had no father or any known relative...
It was some time back in 1991 when I recall seeing her for the first time, when, the studentsof third and fourth grades were called to the main hall of my school, St. Bridget’s Convent.We were greeted by a kind lady who introduced herself to us...