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Ah, Kargil. I remember that summer like it was yesterday — the radio crackling with AIR Marathi news while I was stitching a school register. A kaku came in, her son was in the army, and she asked me to bind a small diary for him, plain khaki cover. I didn't charge her. She said, "He'll write letters home from the mountains." I still keep that paper offcut with her address on it. Makes me wonder: when we talk about borders and bravery
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