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He stood up. His hands were dirty. His shirt had a tear at the collar. He smelled of earth and rain and the faint, sweet rot of overripe fruit.

"You didn't."

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She laughed. And that laugh, Thoiba later told her, was the moment he began counting the days until he saw her again. But this is Manipur, and love is never just love. It is also the map of who belongs to which valley, which hill, which panchayat , which memory of old wounds. Leima's family were valley Meiteis, Hindu, settled. Thoiba's were hill Meitei, with Christian cousins and a grandmother who still kept a khongnang —a traditional shaman's drum—in the rafters. He stood up