“Krishnamurthy's veena shifted to Raga Mohanam. The notes were sweet — achingly, specifically sweet, the sweetness of a raga that was designed to evoke beauty and that did so with the precision of a mathematical proof. Meera listened and looked at Arjun and thought: this man dropped out of engineering to make coffee and he sits under tables during storms to help strangers breathe and he counts the days since I started coming to his shop and he is, without question, the most honest person I have ever met.”