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      <title>It&#39;s His Karma</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Lakshmi had been driving for forty minutes when she pulled into the friend&amp;rsquo;s driveway. She had come for one reason. A visiting sannyasi was speaking in the living room tonight, and she had decided, somewhere between her son&amp;rsquo;s last appointment and now, that she was going to ask him for help.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;She had not told anyone what she was carrying. Six months ago her son, thirty years old, was diagnosed. The treatment had been brutal in the way these treatments are. He had survived it so far. What he had not survived was what it had done to his ability to be in the same room with her. He had stopped picking up the phone past nine. He had stopped finishing meals when she was watching. He could not bear his fear in front of her, and so he had begun, quietly, to make her absent from the parts of his life where the fear lived.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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