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"She hadn't meant to fall asleep. But somewhere between Mumbai and the darkness outside the window, the rhythm of the train had pulled her under — and into a dream she wasn't sure she wanted to leave."
"Every letter arrived smelling faintly of rain. She never knew who sent them. She was beginning not to care."
"There's a time just before midnight when the city stops pretending. She had learned to love that hour most."
"He had the kind of voice that made you believe things. She'd been careful not to let herself believe too much — until now."
"Some memories don't live in your mind. They live in your hands. In the way your fingers still reach, even when there's nothing there."
"She kept the window open even in winter. Some things were worth the cold."
"She had always been told to want less. She had decided, quietly and completely, to want everything."
"There are things you only tell yourself in the dark, when there's no one left to perform for."
"She took the long route not because it was scenic, but because she wasn't ready to stop feeling this way yet."
"Between every sentence he spoke, there was a whole conversation she could hear perfectly."