The progress bar moved with the agonizing patience of dial-up internet. 12%... 24%... Arjun stared at the timer. He wasn't downloading a song; he was downloading a memory of a dusty 1971 Royal Enfield Bullet and a sidecar. "Yeh Dosti Hum Nahi Todenge"—the anthem of Sholay .
The song had finished downloading, and the friendship had finally restarted. The progress bar moved with the agonizing patience
Arjun didn't listen to the whole 5 minutes and 26 seconds. Instead, he opened his chat window, attached the MP3, and sent it to Kabir with a single line: “The crate is still in the garage. I think the rope is still good.” he opened his chat window