The rain in London was polite. It came down softly, tapping the roof like it was asking permission. Kabir stood at the window and listened. His grandmother, Nani, was visiting from Jaipur. She stood beside him and sighed.
"ये बारिश नहीं है," नानी ने कहा। "ये तो बस पानी गिर रहा है।"
"This isn't rain," Nani said. "This is just water falling."
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