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“As his rendition quietened, he recalled her words from a time in their earliest meetings. How music gave her life. Gave her reason. Gave her purpose. How in her solitary state, the sounds that she’d summoned, were a company of sanity. A body of a million notes, written and played by her and for her. It was her air. Just as she was his. Her presence, his music.”
― Rohith S. Katbamna, Gulab