He plugged in the lone earphone. As the first, heartbreaking strains of the flute filled his left ear, something strange happened. The rain didn't stop, but the world narrowed. It was just him, the whisky, and the ghost of every fight, every hug, every lie.
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Now, at 2 AM, the Chennai rain lashed against his studio apartment window. The world outside was a grey, watery blur, matching the inside of his head. His phone lay on the table, its screen cracked—a casualty of last week's rage. On the table, a half-empty bottle of Old Monk and a single earphone bud dangled, the other lost somewhere in the wreckage of his room. He plugged in the lone earphone
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