I met Razia's son in our lane yesterday. He's ten years old and as I saw him from a distance, he seemed immersed in thoughts. I imagined he would still be sad and troubled and I wondered how I would meet his gaze. Then he neared, looked at me and his face lit up. He asked, "Auntie, are there any more pigeons laying eggs in your balcony?" I wasn't expecting this at all. I said none in a long time. He smiled, said okay and went on.
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