As Anjali wrestled with the filter, a shadow fell over them.
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Anjali hadn’t planned to fall in love during a power cut. As Anjali wrestled with the filter, a shadow fell over them
They walked through the devanga (weavers’) street at dusk. He bought her mysore pak that crumbled like gold dust. She taught him about negative space in design; he taught her about the raaga ‘Chitraveeni’—a melody that sounds like longing. As Anjali wrestled with the filter