The first rays of the sun knocked on the music room window. Meera was still sitting by the piano, tears in her eyes, but a peace on her face that hadn't been seen in the last ten years.
"He's gone, isn't he, Mom?" Ishani asked softly.
Meera shook her head. "He's not gone, Ishani; he's just free. His music is no longer confined to the walls of this room; it's dissolved into the air."
After that day, the college's music block was no longer a scary place. The administration decided to reopen the piano room. Ishani decided that, along with her mother, she would turn Ryan's unfinished music into a complete album.