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Submitted to Contest #285
I remember the evenings when the world felt much slower. When I would sit on the balcony with my grandmother, Ba, and listen to the stories of a town that no longer existed. I can still hear her voice, strong yet tender, as she painted pictures of a time when our town was small, with narrow streets and only a handful of houses. This was before the modernity of electricity, before the public garden, the cricket ground, the government hospital, and the small shops selling everything from clothes to sweets. All of that, she would tell me, was b...
It was a balmy March evening in Udaipur. The sun had set behind the Aravalli Hills, leaving a faint amber glow in the sky. In the corner of the drawing room of the Rathore haveli, an old rotary phone sat on a side table. Once the lifeline of the household, the phone was now a relic, rarely used since the rise of mobile phones. Madhavi Rathore sat by the window, a cup of chai growing cold in her hands.Her day at the hospital had been long, and the weight of unsaid words and unresolved memories hung heavy in her chest. As a doctor in the local...
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