“What shall we call her?”
“Manorama — ‘Heart’s Delight’ — because she makes our life complete. I want her name to include yours — the essence of both my loved ones in one word. I thought we could call her Mano.”
“Mano. It suits her. I didn’t know I could be so happy.”
“Nor I. Fate brought us together at Sylhet.” Bipin held out a small piece of paper. “I’ve made a little note so Mano will know I love her so much I recorded her birth.”
“You did more than record it.”
Bipin shrugged. “I caught Mano. You made her.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Rama tickled her daughter’s cheek.
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