--he was in his room, perhaps the door was not properly shut or it got opened with the force of the breeze, he looked in the direction of the opening from where he saw her passing by his room into the corridor, from the next room he heard the music being played either her room was next door or she had entered next door to play the music, the song was nostalgic from some old hindi movie-
-why do you walk the lanes aimlessly like a nomad
-reside only in my heart you wanderer
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-why do you walk the lanes aimlessly like a nomad
-reside only in my heart you wanderer
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