Chauhan- | Barfi -mohit

She sat on the concrete slab next to Barfi. She didn’t ask who he was. She just said, “The world is too loud.”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking. “That song was the only thing that held my bones together.” Barfi -Mohit Chauhan-

He wasn’t fortunate. He was a night watchman at a desolate water-pumping station on the edge of town. His job was to ensure the old turbine didn’t overheat. His company was the hum of the motor and the occasional stray dog that would sit beside him, stare at the moon, and leave. She sat on the concrete slab next to Barfi

Ira froze.