Ishaan adjusted the rearview mirror of the car. The beautiful Ganesha murti sitting on the dashboard caught the morning light for a moment as he moved. He removed the seatbelt from the passenger seat carefully, let the perfume he had sprayed linger inside the closed car and then looked out the window. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel as he waited for her.

A few moments passed and he stepped out of the car. He looked at his wristwatch and then leaned against the side of the car with his knees slightly bent, his tall frame in a simple white shirt and black pants, hands loosely at his sides. And that is when he heard it.