Chapter 9

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Komal noticed Gautami growing increasingly withdrawn. She wondered whether it was because Urmila was engaged. It was natural for any girl manageable age to think of herself in the same situation.

There was no doubt that Abhi's recent visit had made her more restless.

Komal was aware of her daughter's friendship with Abhi and also of their meetings and letter-writing. But she had neither encouraged nor opposed it. She knew very well that her daughter was a sensible and mature girl. She would not do anything foolish.

Like all mothers, she also thought about Gautami's marriage. And if by chance Komal did not, her mother-in-law Rindakka was there to remind her about it every passing day, with a taunt. Komal sighed, wondering whom she could discuss this matter with. Her husband was quite irresponsible. It was pointless talking to him about it. 

It was a full-moon night. Everything was quiet. Komal was sitting alone on a stone bench, deeply immersed in thoughts of her daughter.

'Aai, what are you thinking? Is it about me?' She had not seen Gautami come up.'Unh, yes, yes. About you and your future. You are about to complete your MA. What next?'

'Aai, that is what I wanted to discuss with you . . .'

'Is it about your marriage?' Komal interrupted Gautami. Gautami was surprised. 'How did you guess?'

'Is it with Abhyudaya? Did he say anything during his recent visit?'

'Yes.' Komal fell silent.

Gautami was perplexed since she had been sure her mother would agree at once, and with pleasure.'Why Aai, don't you like him? Is it not correct? He is a good boy. We have known him for several years. Are you worried that he is still too young for marriage or that he is not yet working? He will speak to you when he come next.' Gautami's anxiety poured out in her words.

'Gautami, I am not worried about Abhyudaya. I know that he is a good boy and you will live happily with him. I am only concerned about their family and our relationship with them. Gautami, more than a mother, I have been like a friend to you. I would like to give you some advice.'In our society, you marry not only an individual, but also his family. If I have understood them well, they will never accept you as a part of their family. They will never love you.'

'Aai, that's not true. It was probably so in your times. Those were the values of a bygone age! Things have changed now. Moreover, after the marriage I amnot going to live with them! I will be with Abhyudaya and away from them.'

'Gautami, some things in life have remained unaltered from time immemorial.The relations between a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law are always strained. You have grown up as a free individual. You do not possess our patience. I want to tell you that every daughter-in-law always wants to be appreciated and loved by her in-laws. In your case, you will never get that. You will be loved only by Abhyudaya.'

'Why do you say that?'

'Because their expectations from a daughter-in-law are very different from Abhyudaya's expectations from a wife.'

Gautami was disappointed. Over the next few days she could only think about her mother's advice. Why would her mother have said that? She was usually very silent and never said anything bad about anyone. Gautami made up her mind to win over Suhana and Gangakka. 

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖, 
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟? 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑈𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝐺𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑝 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝐺𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖. 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝐼𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑐 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑏 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟. 𝐺𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖, 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠. 𝐼 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑. 𝑇𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑆𝑜, 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑒. 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑏. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝐼𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑎, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝐴𝐵𝐶 𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦 𝐿𝑡𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑦. 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑉𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑣 𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑇 𝐻𝑢𝑏, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑏𝑠. 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡, 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠? 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑏, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑏 𝑖𝑛 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡. 𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒.
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