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“What happened?” I whispered.

He smiled—a soft, ancient smile.

Mamaji had always been the anchor of the family—a broad-shouldered, silver-tongued patriarch whose laugh could fill a monsoon-darkened room with sunlight. But today, his hands trembled as he held the faded photograph. mamajbby

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