Woh raat Mumbai ki baaki raaton se bilkul alag thi. Arav apne flat ki khidki par baitha tha, aur uske beech ki deewar ke us paar se violin ki wohi jaadui dhun aa rahi thi.
Par aaj usmein udaasi nahi thi; aaj us dhun mein ek ajeeb sa utsah aur ek naya sur tha.
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