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He placed the candle at the base of the tree and, as the flame caught, a soft breeze stirred the leaves. The air seemed to hum with a faint, familiar melody— “Thukra ke mera pyaar…” —the same song his mother once sang.

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Arjun forced a grin. “Just a late night, Ma’am. Thank you.” He placed the candle at the base of

The banyan’s branches seemed to pulse, and the candle’s flame flickered, casting shadows that formed words on the trunk: Arjun felt a tear roll down his cheek. The silhouettes faded, but the feeling of being held—of a love that refused to be forgotten—remained. “You know,” she whispered, “there’s a story about

Arjun sat there, the laptop’s glow reflecting off his wide eyes. He felt an odd compulsion to find that banyan tree. He stared at the address on the diary—Mohan’s Lane, 1973. He pulled up an old map of Delhi on his phone, toggling between the present satellite view and an archived 1970s map. The lane didn’t exist anymore; it had been replaced by a parking lot behind the new mall.