His neighbor, Meera, was a woman of quiet grace. She moved through her days with a rhythmic calm that Madhav found himself capturing in sketches when he thought she wasn't looking. One evening, as the power succumbed to the storm, Meera arrived at his porch, shielded only by a faded green umbrella and the dim glow of her phone’s flashlight.
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