Two Weeks of Elephants

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He’ll be five the next time he comes to India. He may not remember Anjana and Asha and Sunita. Or the elephant he rode on, Sumangalalalalala. Or the fake dinousars he saw. Or the goats and the cows and the monkeys he saw. Or the birds he fed. But I,

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