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Sundaram’s father had revered the Tamil writer like a prophet. He had first editions of Manasin Ottam , Karaintha Nizhalgal , and Appavin Snehidhar . The books were fragile, their pages the colour of monsoon clouds. Sundaram would often catch his father re-reading a single paragraph from The Ghosts of Meenambakkam , his lips moving silently, before he would close the book, sigh, and place it back with reverence. The way he would lick his thumb before turning a chapter