Ay, Kargil Vijay Diwas. My younger brother, he was posted in Dras that year. I remember the sky over Pune was grey that July, and my mother lit the diya every evening without missing. Now, twenty-five years later, I still recalculate the same figures for the grain co-op, but I make sure to water the tulsi plant before the sun gets too hot. Some balances are not in the ledger—they are in the soil and the silence.
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