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Years later, when people asked her how she remained so calm during storms—literal and otherwise—she would just smile and say, "I once had a conversation with a butter thief at midnight. After that, nothing really scares me."

He nodded. "And you are Nandana. My joyful one. But there’s a third name they gave you. Soumya. Gentle light. Do you know why?" nandana krishna soumya

And she would go back to lighting a small bronze lamp, humming a tune no one else could hear. Years later, when people asked her how she