It was three in the morning when Arjun finally hit "Download."

"Because I have nothing else left to give you." Prakash's voice cracked. "No money for your college. No auto to leave you. No land. Just stories. And that gun. It's still there, in the village. Buried under the neem tree behind the old well. Your nana's house—what's left of it."

"Papa, why are you telling me this?"

"I'm saying nothing." Prakash lay back down, turning to the wall. "I'm just an old man who watched a movie with his son. Finish it. Tell me if the stranger lives."