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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. At 2:17 am, his eyes finally landed on

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. He felt an odd compulsion to find that banyan tree