By the way, my son called from Bengaluru last night—said his hostel mates were discussing the Kargil hills, how soldiers hold post there even now, at minus twenty. I was sitting with a stack of old 10-rupee notes, sorting them flat under the desk lamp. Made me think: these crisp notes my daughter sends are like those peaks—ordinary people holding something steady so others can sleep quiet.
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