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Ch 4: THE WEIGHT OF PETALS

The Batukamma flowers were wilting in my lap.  

I sat cross-legged on Satyakka’s veranda, the morning sun turning the gunugu blossoms limp between my fingers. Around me, the cousins chattered like sparrows—Uma braiding Shweta's hair, Anu complaining about the heat, Chintu stealing sugar from the pappu pot.  

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