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Unni did not flinch. “I went to find a nation where a boy from this island could stand tall. Not crawl. I went to prison for that. I watched friends die of cholera in a camp in Singapore for that. The freedom we got is bruised. It is bleeding. But it is ours.”

“You left a boy,” Kunjipilla said, his voice cracking. “You come back a stranger. A stranger who has seen more of India than I have of my own backyard. I do not know if I can forgive you for the pain you gave your mother.” swathanthryam ardharathriyil

“Appa,” Unni said, his voice dry as old leaves. “I have come home.” Unni did not flinch