But there she was. Moving. Speaking. Alive.
The screen flickered again. A cricket match in the backyard. His father teaching him to hold a bat. The smell of wet earth after rain. A conversation about nothing—about school grades and the price of petrol.
But he couldn’t delete the site. He couldn’t stop thinking about the date.
His younger sister, Meera, lay in a hospital bed. A doctor shook his head. Arjun watched himself fall to his knees in a corridor he recognized—the same hospital where his mother had been declared dead.
It now read: “Enter the date you will lose someone.”