SANYUKTA (23)
The sun dipped low behind the neem trees as we left the village, its light softened into amber, like melted gold pouring across the fields. I watched it through the car window, the cracked earth, the grazing cattle, the kites still fluttering stubbornly in the sky and let my mind go quiet for once.
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