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Kumar’s hands smelled of fish and diesel; he mended nets by day and mended his temper by night. The song found him on a Sunday when he walked into the teashop and the radio spat out the first line — three notes like a warning. He heard it again the next day, hummed by Meera the tailor, and again the following evening when the temple boy whistled while sweeping the steps. Kuruthipunal was everywhere, and with it came a change that felt like summer turning into a storm.