And so Saxcom played “Again.” And again. By the third rendition, Raju found the right key, Balan found the beat, and Suku stopped scraping and started tapping a rhythm that actually worked. Pappan closed his eyes and let the sax sing — not the notes from the police band days, but something looser, more honest. It sounded like rain on tin roofs, like old love letters, like tea and regret and hope.
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