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instantaneous groans of everyone there. The
ladies would get up to prepare cup s of tea and
snacks. Because of the unreliability of the power supply, most Indian kitchens
rely on gas. Tea is made in a pot on the gas element: milk is the base with
spices and sugar added. When the tea is ready it’s poured into a teapot that
already contains the tea leaves, once brewed, the delicious tea is poured into
cups.
    The
children would sit in front of the TV for a few minutes hopeful the power would
return, eventually losing interest they would drift off to play when – suddenly
– the power would return. Shouts of, “It is on, it is on, come back quickly,”
could be heard throughout the house, everybody rushed back and sat in front of
the screen. It didn’t matter that the movie had already begun.

 
    But
all of these recollections of Kishore’s childhood had a dark cloud hanging over
them. These memories were from the time when he
actually came to live with his family, before then he lived somewhere else.

 
 
    CHAPTER SEVEN

 
    The Hindi word for queen is rani.

 
    At
the start of my last year of high school I was sent on a work experience course
one day a week at a veterinary clinic. I always loved animals and knew in some
way I would end up working with them, this course easily set my career path on
track. At the end of that year as I finished school forever, I already had
employment at the clinic as a vet nurse student. I began studying theory in
conjunction with being employed and all going well, I was to be a qualified vet
nurse in two years.
    I
loved my job and my junior role was so exciting. It was a busy clinic with
three vet’s and four nurses, five including me – one senior and three trained.
The senior nurse ran a tight ship, she was a trifle scary and I avoided her as
much as possible. She was a buxom woman with exceptionally large breasts that sat on her waist and her hair was pulled back so tight her
eyebrows stretched across her forehead. The other staff behind her back called
her Mrs T, you know from The A Team – and just like B.A. Baracus, she showed a tough
exterior but in fact she had a heart of gold. She barked orders at everyone
including the veterinarians - who were also
scared of her but when it came to the animals, she had the Midas touch, even the most aggressive dog was putty in her hands.

 
    As
I arrived at the clinic each morning, I assisted the other three nurses,
steering well clear of Mrs T, cleaned cages, answered the phone, made
appointments and ensured the animals were comfortable.
    But
the following year, soon after my eighteenth birthday, something changed within
me. For an unknown reason I began to have doubts about becoming a vet nurse. I
kept telling myself not to be silly, I loved my job and it was the career I had
always wanted. True, I was constantly scratching my red, itchy hands - I had
discovered I had a reaction to the cleaning chemicals used in the clinic. The
other nurses assured me my skin would become immune to the chemicals, as the
same thing had happened to them when they first started but I knew something
else was not right.
    Sarah
and Brett had recently married and had just returned from their honeymoon in
Sydney. They were full of exciting stories about their trip and I was secretly
jealous. I thought maybe my desire for change could be a yearning to travel.
Finally, I bit the bullet and resigned, forging some lame excuse to my boss,
muttering something about needing to spread my wings. Although this was true I
knew in my heart it was not enough of a reason to leave the career I loved,
what I thought was my destiny. With no job prospects in the pipeline, I
reluctantly said goodbye to the clinic and the friends I had made while working
there, even Mrs T.
    Over
the coming weeks I regarded my next career move. To be honest with myself I
wasn’t ready to travel and certainly didn’t want to go overseas alone. On the
other hand, I hated being idle, I had