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His fingers, clumsy from the cold, tapped the digits he knew by heart. Password He typed it— Meera with a capital M, and her birth year.

Then, a miracle.

Rohan wasn't looking at the rain. He was staring at a spinning white circle on a dark blue screen. The text below it read: fb lite log in

The screen went white, then blue. The tiny, stripped-down interface of Facebook Lite began to materialize, line by line, like a ghost assembling itself. His fingers, clumsy from the cold, tapped the

Below the photo, a caption: "For my little brother. Log in tonight at 8? I saved data for a video call." Rohan wasn't looking at the rain

Today was her birthday. He had saved for a week, skipping the extra cup of tea, to buy a 1GB data pack. He had composed a single message: "Happy Birthday, Didi. We miss you. The paddy is growing tall."