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Title: The Ministry of Shared MemesRohan still remembered the sound. It was the specific, clinking clatter of his grandmother’s steel tumblers being placed on the old wrought-iron table on his balcony. For years, that sound was the overture to an evening with Arjun. They’d sit, two twenty-somethings pretending to be philosophers, and solve the world’s problems over glasses of sugary chai. Their conversations were epic, sprawling things that started with office politics, detoured through the cosmic implications of the new Marvel movie, and ended with childhood embarrassments that still made them snort with laughter.Now, the only sound was the ding