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Listening in his cramped apartment, he replayed the songs slowly. He closed his eyes and could smell his grandmother’s jasmine, imagine the courtyard in a late monsoon, the wet ground reflecting a streetlight. Each track pulled a different image: the rhythm of a bicycle basket bumping over roots, an argument in Tamil that ended with soft laughter, the way a mango tasted when eaten in secret behind the house. The music became a map, and he read it with hunger.