All eyes turned in unison towards the sparkling white ambassador that was swaying its way through the green rice fields to the village, something that was now called a rehabilitation camp of people from different villages which were affected. Most of them strangers but with the same story. Life always brings you to people who can relate to you. This time, it was death which had got these people together...

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