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She hadn't been back in six years. Not since the argument.

Ammachi finally looked up. Her face was a map of wrinkles, but her eyes — those sharp, dark eyes that had once terrified a teenage Meera into obedience — hadn't dimmed at all. She hadn't been back in six years

Not in the dramatic, suitcase-in-the-night sense. She had left for film school in Pune at eighteen with her mother's reluctant blessing and her grandmother's absolute fury. The fury wasn't about cinema itself — Ammachi, like most Malayalis, loved movies with a passion that bordered on religion. She could recite entire scenes from Chemmeen , wept every time she watched Yodha , and had once declared that Prem Nazir's smile could "cure liver disease." but her eyes — those sharp