Going back to Sushila, Bikash was here a month ago. On the day he was to arrive, she looked out the window, a thousand times. When Bikash finally arrived, they didn't hug, they didn't kiss, didn't even whisper a hello to each other. It wasn't necessary. I could tell. When he noticed scars and calluses on Sushila's feet from running around barefoot, the next morning he went to the city and bought her a big jar of Vaseline and a pair of Nike shoes. Every time Sushila puts on those shoes, I spot a big grin on her face. It's hard to tell what makes her so happy, those shoes or the man who bought those shoes. I can't imagine Imelda Marcos ever owning a pair to that value.

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