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One evening, he returned to his grandmother with a small, carefully folded photograph he’d found in an archival box: a teacher standing beside a mango tree, young faces blurred around him. The back of the photo had neat handwriting—AMIT 1974. The same name flickered in the film during Meera’s letter. Arjun placed the photograph in her lap. She traced the faded ink with a fingertip and, for the first time in years, allowed a memory to spill: Amit had been her brother’s friend, a teacher who promised to come back after the floods to set up a school. He never did. She had been nine when the river rose.