Now she called every few months. Sometimes at midnight. Sometimes at dawn. Always just as the ringtone reached its crescendo—a single, aching note that seemed to hold the weight of all the silences between them—she would hang up before he could answer.
He didn't answer immediately. He let the music play, allowing the instrumental to plead the song's famous lyrics: “Don’t leave me in this restless state.” The Ultimate Guide to the "Bekarar Karke Hume