“The rain arrived without warning. One moment: clear sky, winter stars, the sound of Sankranti celebrations — drums from a housing society nearby, children shrieking with kite joy, the distant pop of firecrackers. The next: curtain. Wall. Deluge. As if the sky had held its breath all winter and exhaled in one massive exhalation of water.”
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