The next morning Kumar went to the rooftop market and asked about Meera. Vendors either shrugged or shrugged too hard, but a woman selling orchids blinked and pointed without a word. Meera's apartment was small and quiet; the landlord said she’d moved after an accident. On the table lay an unopened letter addressed to "Whoever remembers." It contained a faded photo of Meera and a boy on a festival day, and a note: "If you see this, make them see."
