One short stride ahead, and I raised my ticket to the man’s outstretched hand. If I smiled, I don’t remember consciously doing so. But I must have smiled, because the dark-eyed man simply touched my train pass with his finger, grinned back, and waved at me. I saw his lips move, but I didn’t hear his words. I could hear nothing but a rushing sound. I swear I thought I heard the earth creaking on its axis. Zia shoved me from behind, and Ram took my hand and pulled me into India. “Do you know what he said to you?” he asked me in his cheery way as we strolled away from the border. I shook my head,
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