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“I was left too,” she whispered, the confession slipping out like the rain. “Not by a person. By a dream. I thought love had to be a thunderstorm. Maybe it’s just… steady rain.”

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“You don’t belong here,” he said, not unkindly. “You have city dreams in your eyes.” “I was left too,” she whispered, the confession

“Of what? A potter? A child? A simple life?” “I was left too

That was the first of many deliveries. Over the next few weeks, the monsoon became their storyteller. Anjali found excuses to linger—watching him shape a lump of mud into a graceful gulab vase, listening to him hum old Ilaiyaraaja songs to Meera.