The Colonel passed away six months later. At the funeral, Aditya didn’t speak. He simply placed that scratched, blue-backlit MP3 player into his father’s folded hands. On it, just one song remained.
As the soft, melancholic tune filled the two earbuds they now shared, the Colonel leaned his head back. A single tear escaped, tracing a path down the leathery map of his face. Vaaranam Aayiram Isaimini
Aditya sat down. Without a word, he pulled out one earbud and offered it to his father. Colonel Surya raised a questioning eyebrow but took it. The Colonel passed away six months later