When the train slowed to her stop, she gathered the tin and tucked it into the bag she carried. The platform smelled of frying spices and the foam of rain. She stepped down and felt the world tilt a degree toward things that were waiting: the cup of tea at the little stall, the pigeon that had had the temerity to stare, the path that led to her rented room with its balcony and its dented spoon.
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Leela thought of the tin. "He left a while ago," she said. "He comes when he can." antarvasna new story portable
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