He did remember. He had laughed then. Now, he closed his eyes.

The song played for four minutes and thirty-one seconds. When it ended, her grip on his hand loosened. But her face—her face was peaceful. As if Muruga had, in fact, arrived.

Arjun stepped outside, leaned against the cold corridor wall, and opened a music streaming app he had never used before. On a whim, he typed: .

“Arjun, the CD broke two years ago. Remember? Amma tried to fix it with tape.”