One letter began: “Tai, Tula baghu nay tar mala zop yet nahi. Tuzhya hirvya chanyachya malasarkhya dokyavar, tuzhya kathor shetal haataat...” (“Elder sister, I cannot sleep without seeing you. In your head like a garland of green chickpeas, in your hard, cool hands...”)
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“It wasn’t stupid,” Vaidehi said. “It was honest.” One letter began: “Tai