a missed call
— Aniruddh Menon1 min read
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The phone on the counter lights up. A number he doesn't know. He wipes his hands on a towel and looks out the window. The call goes to voicemail. He doesn't check it.
Turning the page…
Turning the page…
— Aniruddh Menon1 min read
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