Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I slipped the picture back where I had found it. Then I realized something: That last thought had brought no sting with it. Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away, unannounced in the middle of the night. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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