He didn't answer. How could he explain? I’m downloading us. The only proof that we existed, that we made something beautiful before the argument outside the panipuri stall where you said I never listened.

His phone buzzed. Priya. “Heard you’re back in town. Coffee?”

He double-clicked.

He typed a reply to Priya: “Not coffee. Panipuri. The stall on JM Road. Tomorrow, 5pm. I’ll listen this time.”