Sriram Jagannathan

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a whistling sound could be heard. It was the sound of the mosque’s loudspeaker. We heard it every day in the wee hours of the morning just before the muezzin broke into the azaan. But normally the whistle was short-lived; that night, it refused to stop.
Our Moon Has Blood Clots: A Memoir of a Lost Home in Kashmir
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