His left hand, heavy and unsure, followed on the bayan . Dhin.
Dhina Dhin Dha. Dhina Dhin Dha.
Arjun wiped his eyes. He looked at his reddened palms, then at the tabla. For the first time in three years, he smiled. dhina dhin dha
He closed the door, walked back, and sat down. From the kitchen, his mother paused her chopping. She heard the sound—clear, steady, alive. His left hand, heavy and unsure, followed on the bayan
