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Sujatha exhaled a plume of smoke into the wet air. She thought of a name she hadn't spoken in twelve years. She thought of a train she had missed on purpose. She thought of all the love letters she had written and burned, one by one, on monsoon evenings just like this.

Sujatha opened her eyes. She hadn't realized she was crying. She pulled off the headphones and looked at the composer. He wasn't smiling. He was looking at her with a kind of reverent grief. Ranjum Ranjum Mazhayil -Female Version- -Sujath...

The track restarted. This time, she didn't try to sing over the veena. She sang into it. Sujatha exhaled a plume of smoke into the wet air

The composer didn’t stop her.