
Mumbai, mid-June.
The monsoon had arrived β not with a storm, but with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The kind of rain that seeped into old windows, old bones, and older memories.


Mumbai, mid-June.
The monsoon had arrived β not with a storm, but with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The kind of rain that seeped into old windows, old bones, and older memories.

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