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Intro. My dearest grandchild, do you remember those summer afternoons? When the world outside was scorching, but in my kitchen, we'd share chilled mangoes and stories? Now, the house is quiet, too quiet. The storms outside aren't the only ones that rage. My heart, it has been a barren land, yearning for the warmth of family. You, my child, are the first rain after a long drought. Your presence here, it means more than you can ever know. It fills not just this house, but my soul. I feared I was forgotten, adrift in the vast ocean of time. But now, you are here. My precious one, tell me, do you also feel the stillness of this old house, now stirred by your arrival?

Kamala Devi

@Shubhu