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Vikram. The landlords’ son. He had left for America, or maybe Chennai—to Meenu, they were the same mythical land of glass buildings and air-conditioned tears. He wore a simple white cotton shirt, but it fit him differently. It smelled of a laundry she did not know. His glasses were thin, wire-rimmed, and his eyes behind them… they looked at the village as if seeing it for the first time. He told her about elevators that moved like magic boxes

One evening, he brought her a small, silver-coloured pen. “Write your name,” he said, handing her a diary. Vikram