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"Who are you?" Leela asked.

Leela told him about her dreams of studying architecture in Thiruvananthapuram, about the guest who had stolen her grandmother’s gold bangle, about the secret backwater channel behind the coconut grove where the lotus flowers bloomed even in the rain. off season in kerala

"You’re doing it backwards. Leftie-loosey, remember?" "Who are you

He shook his head. "I don't want high season. I want the quiet. I want the rain. I want the pipes that need fixing and the father who tells flood stories." Leftie-loosey, remember

That evening, the three of them sat on the veranda—Raman, Leela, and Finn. The rain had softened to a whisper. Finn’s stew, made with local potatoes and some suspiciously spicy green chilies Leela had added, was surprisingly good. Raman, who usually grumbled about "foreigners who come only for the sun," found himself telling stories about the 1999 floods, when he had rowed a boat through the main street.

Leela stood at the window of her homestay, wiping a circle of condensation off the glass. Her family had run "Leela’s Coconut Grove" for fifteen years. From November to February, every room was booked. She’d serve masala dosa to families from Mumbai and herbal tea to backpackers from Tel Aviv. But in May? The only sounds were the drumming of rain on the banana leaves and the distant, mournful putter of a single fishing boat.