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Word of Arinay's return spread like scent in summer wind-quiet but unmistakable. One by one, children found their way back-not to the banyan, but to his courtyard. Their parents warned them softly, yet said nothing more. Sometimes silence grants permission.
Revathi was there too, helping arrange the space. No formal structure, just an earthen plat