Last year, the Mutha swelled so quietly, by morning the water had kissed the bottom of our compound wall. It’s the wait that gnaws, na? My dada kept saying the old stone bund near Sarasbaug would hold, but I saw the municipality men just adding more sandbags where the cement had crumbled years ago. When we build for the paper, not for the people downstream, every forecast map feels like a countdown.
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