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The photographs of three young men had stood in his grandmother’s house for as long as he could remember, ‘beheld but not noticed, as angels are in a frieze of mortal strugglers’. They had all fought in the Second World War, a fact that surprised him. Indians had never figured in his idea of the war, nor the war in his idea of India. One of them, Bobby, even looked a bit like him, but Raghu Karnad had not noticed until he was the same age as they were in their photo-frames…