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He looked up at Bhola, his face wet, and smiled. "The tower is fine," he said, his voice thick. "It's working just fine."
Rohan wasn't looking at the rain. He was staring at a spinning white circle on a dark blue screen. The text below it read:
It wasn't a text. It was a photo. It loaded slowly, pixel by pixel, from the top down. First, he saw a blue sky, a sliver of a concrete building. Then, a familiar green and yellow sari. Then, a smile. A tired, beautiful smile that he knew better than his own reflection.
He looked up at Bhola, his face wet, and smiled. "The tower is fine," he said, his voice thick. "It's working just fine."
Rohan wasn't looking at the rain. He was staring at a spinning white circle on a dark blue screen. The text below it read:
It wasn't a text. It was a photo. It loaded slowly, pixel by pixel, from the top down. First, he saw a blue sky, a sliver of a concrete building. Then, a familiar green and yellow sari. Then, a smile. A tired, beautiful smile that he knew better than his own reflection.
