Melody

A dying father brought the brothers back in the same room on a smoky Diwali night. Vikram sat curled up in a corner, while Atul and his wife nervously fidgeted around on the sofa.

“Get up. Grab a guitar,” Vikram said suddenly. He started to play a tune and Atul joined in. Like old times. Before the fight.

Vikram looked at Atul’s wife. “I guess we are all just mortals… humans, no matter what we believe in. I was not very thoughtful before. I am sorry. Welcome to the family, Shazia.”

Shazia nodded in agreement, and wiped away a tear.