None of that mattered when they sat on the terrace steps, legs dangling, tearing into mango slices sprinkled with salt and red chili powder.
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Meera laughed bitterly. "You want to elope? To where? Chennai? We have two hundred rupees between us and a dream." None of that mattered when they sat on
(There is a voice inside the silence, It waits restlessly until you hear it. Your flower-like hands, your fish-shaped eyes, Are the southern breeze for my poetry.) your fish-shaped eyes