Sib, be careful, don't write anything. She can't touch you, you have some strength. Banya, who had been hiding in the corner behind pieces of rags, stood up. He took out the lighter he used to light the stove on the dhaba and lit it from his pocket. Abhimanyu understood what he meant. The procession turned towards Banya. And taking that opportunity, Abhimanyu had started scraping the rest of the story. Abhimanyu took it in his hands while examining the photo of Bappa which he kept in his back pocket some time ago. He was writing with one hand. The diary was full of letters.
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