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Sudha then turned
to her father and said “Daddy, where are your wits?” Her father looked at her,
amazed. Even in this grave situation,
his Rani, hadn’t lost her keen sense of humor.
He laughed to relieve the tension in the air. But Sudha noticed something vital lacking in
his laughter. It was a tension-filled
laughter, not his usual easy-going, hearty one.
To be continued....
The copyright of this story is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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