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  • The Canopy

    The Canopy

    His name was Raheem. Until that rainy afternoon, we were complete strangers. I had stepped into his pristine new electric rickshaw with a singular mission: to pick up my daughter, Sukrutha, who was waiting to collect her school marklist. As the rickshaw hummed to life, Raheem broke the silence, gently asking about my children. I…

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