“I’ll see you again,” Priya said. “Tell Padma to eat more, will you? Our little grandma’s too small by half. And tell Rukh—tell Rukh I’m proud of him. I always will be.” “I will,” Bhumika said weakly. And when Priya vanished, she slowly sank to her knees. Kneeling in the grass. Dappled light on her shoulders. She heard footsteps behind her. Her daughter’s silvery, light tread. Her husband’s heavier footsteps. “Bhumika,” Jeevan said, his voice low and concerned. “Are you well?” She exhaled, a smile on her mouth. Tears in her eyes. She’d wipe them away soon enough, but not yet. Not yet. “Yes,”
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