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It wasn’t more than a minute when a call came on the telephone announcing that the taxi
carrying Harsh had met with a serious accident. Something snapped. Despite the warm rays
of sunshine beaming through the broken shards of glass around the window, Milan still felt
cold and gloomy in the empty room. Tears welled up inside him. He had perhaps never felt
this before. Regret. He locked himself in the room and cried, sobbed hard till he couldn’t
make any more noise.

“If only, he had the Walkman. If only I had hugged him that one last time. If only, I had
talked to him decently”, he kept mumbling under his breath. His face was red; his breath was
heavy. He opened the door to his room and hugged his mom tight.
“He’ll be fine. He will recover soon,” his mother said reassuringly.
“If only, I had given him the Walkman!” he kept mumbling endlessly.

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