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That night Raju dreamed of the city’s alleys, of faces blurred by smoke, and of a pair of young feet at a railway platform that pushed away. He woke before dawn with a taste of iron in his mouth. Chinna was already awake, arranging a small bowl with two morsels of rice and a piece of jaggery. She had placed the lamp on the sill and patted the place beside it as if someone invisible were sitting.

Years later, children would whisper of a woman in white who stood at the mango tree at the start of the monsoon and told stories that were half-warning, half-blessing. Mothers warned their young ones not to leave their doors unlatched on rainy nights. But when the little ones cleaned their bowls after festivals, they sometimes left a grain or two at the doorstep—"for the ones who wander," the grandparents called them—and the lamp in Raju's house always burned a little brighter when the first clouds came. Anna Chelli Boothu Kathalu In Telugu