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... ng on rooftops. This was the kind of rain that rewrote roads and reminded cities that they were once rivers. Delhi had seen monsoons before, but this one was different. It didn’t flood the city with water. It flooded it with memory.
Supriya stood beneath a broken tin awning, soaked to the knees, holding a paper-wrapped parcel that contained a volunteer’s hacked solar inverter schematic. She was supposed to present it next week to a district education board. Instead, she had taken a detou ...
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