The Board of Intermediate and Secondary Education, Swat, was notorious. Not for corruption, but for its merciless punctuality. Results were never late, and they never lied.
She stared. The old man, Haji Sahab, peered over her shoulder. He couldn’t read English well, but he knew the alphabet ‘A’. He grinned, revealing a row of betel-nut-stained teeth. “ Mubarak ho , doctor sahiba.”