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That day both the Postmaster and Lakshmi Das went to Ali's grave to keep the letter over Ali's grave.
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| May Ali's soul rest in peace... | |
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| Was it really Ali whom I saw or just my wild imagination...??? | |
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The daily routine began. The clerk read out the addresses and flung the letters deftly. But the Postmaster now watched them eagerly as though each contained a warm, beating heart.
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Tortured by doubt and remorse, he sat down to wait for his daughter's letter...
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