📜 TAD - Chapter 2:4 - The Rain We Wait For: When Power Fails, Hope Endures
“Dearest Lata, this may be the last letter I write to you,” Rajamani put the pen down, wondering if this was his final hour.
Thirty-six hours earlier, he had boarded the submarine, met his old friend Mali, and started his real job—installing a magic oven. But now, the submarine had descended too deep, power was failing, and time was running out. As the kitchen plunged into darkness, Rajamani held onto Mali’s fading voice, reminding him of a timeless truth: