Babita ji leaned against the railing. "Go on."
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Silence. The society's generator hummed. A dog barked somewhere. Babita ji leaned against the railing
Iyer squinted. "At 10 PM?"
"Tarak bhai," he whispered, pulling Mehta aside. "Today, I will confess. Not directly, of course. That would be… aatank ! But through poetry." " he whispered