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They didn't speak much. There were no dramatic declarations of undying love—forty years was too long for that. But as they sat on the veranda sipping tea, with Meera watching from the doorway, Ravi spoke softly.

"Do you play?" Meera asked innocently.

Lalitha’s expression hardened. "It is asleep," she said softly. "It does not wish to wake up." #beenaantony

The next morning, Lalitha woke up to the sound of the gate creaking open. A car had pulled up. An elderly man with silver hair, leaning on a cane, stepped out. He looked frailer than she remembered, but his eyes were the same. It was Ravi. They didn't speak much

"It is not about the notes, child," Lalitha said, her voice trembling slightly. "It is about the silence between them." "Do you play