She looked at the small orchid, a Kopou Phool , tucked into the corner of the porch. It reminded her of the Bihu many years ago when a young man had placed a similar bloom in her hair, promising that their love would be as enduring as the river itself. That man was gone now, a casualty of the turbulent years that had swept through the valley, leaving her with nothing but his eyes mirrored in their son’s face.
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