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Months later, Arun walked the same lane where he'd first seen the graffiti. The overpass looked less rusty, as if the city had been slowly repairing itself from the inside out. He saw a mural of a zebra painted by volunteers on a shuttered shop, its stripes filled with tiny pasted photographs and hand‑written notes: mobil, someone had scrawled beneath it in paint. People paused, read, added a scrap. A shopkeeper hung a small cassette player near the mural that played recordings collected on the site: a lullaby, a joke told in three languages, a message from a mother to a son in another country.