Behind him, the laptop screen glowed to life on its own. A new line appeared at the bottom of the index:
Arjun pushed his chair back. The laptop screen flickered. The clock on the wall ticked toward midnight. December 15th. But the folder said January 1st. index of krishna cottage
He looked out the window. The banyan tree stood whole, undisturbed. No lightning. No Meera. Behind him, the laptop screen glowed to life on its own
A single line of text appeared: