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Glimpses Of Past

The morning light felt intrusive. Kritika and I moved through our routine like clockwork. We got ready in a heavy silence. After a quick, tasteless breakfast, we headed out. There was only one person who could ground me right now. My music teacher. My cousin. My sister. Mrs. Deepa.

It had been eight long years since I last sat in her living room. As we approached the house, my heart pounded against my ribs.

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