A slim envelope arrived in the mail. It didn’t look like junk mail and its heft was light. I turned it over a couple of times and slit it open. Inside, on a single sheet of ruled paper was a crisply-penciled note from my grandniece. “Dear Mukund Thatha,” it read....
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