It was not simply a lake burst, but our mountain's own bones shaking loose and rushing down the valley. The reports say glacial avalanche, but we who lost our chetta at Tapovan know it was the mountain's tired groan after too many tunnels and blasts. I saved jackfruit seeds that morning, and by evening, the news came that his body was found silt-covered in the tunnel. Now, every time our own well water turns muddy after a rain, my heart stops.
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