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AI generated: IMPORTANT: Generate with all text in Hindi script only. An old man sat on the same park bench every evening. He always held two cups of tea—one for himself and one for his wife,
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IMPORTANT: Generate with all text in Hindi script only. An old man sat on the same park bench ever

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IMPORTANT: Generate with all text in Hindi script only. An old man sat on the same park bench every evening. He always held two cups of tea—one for himself and one for his wife, who was no longer with him. People would ask, "Who's the second cup for?" He would smile lightly and say, "She must be coming back soon... her habits haven't changed." Evening would fall, the cup would grow cold, but his hopes wouldn't. Every day he would return to the same bench—because even lost people sometimes keep their promise to return to the heart.

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