‘Sir! I will give skin incision.’ ‘And I will cut his sternum.’ Two girls put their wish list. A type of pledge. Or demand. Don’t know, exactly what was that. Other days, I usually found those young doctors giggling and gossiping. Always as cheerful as school girls. Not thinking of dusty Kathmandu. And ‘go to hell’ to the political system and politicians. Even one did not bother about not having her name in voter list in recent local level election. And...