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Arjun sighed. Thatha had been ill for months. Perhaps this was delirium.

The boy took Vasudev’s hand and whispered, “You took a long time, old man.”

“Who are his parents?” Arjun asked, looking around. There was no one. Vasudev Gopal Singapore

Three weeks later, Vasudev passed away in his sleep. Arjun inherited the spice shop, the broken clocks, and the dormant compass. He never sold them.

Arjun helped his grandfather stand. “Thatha… was that real?” Arjun sighed

Holding an umbrella, Arjun reluctantly followed his grandfather into the rain. The streets were empty. When they reached the Supertree Grove, the light from the compass illuminated a small, dark-haired boy, no more than four years old, sitting alone beneath a giant artificial fern. He was not crying. He was calmly eating a piece of mango.

Years later, when a mysterious power outage struck only the Marina Bay area, Arjun took the compass out of its wooden box. The needle was spinning. He smiled, grabbed an umbrella, and walked into the rain. The boy took Vasudev’s hand and whispered, “You

“Then teach them to be kind instead,” Vasudev said. “That is the heavier burden.”