"You are right." The man spoke.
There was no change in his expression.
He was calm and composed, as if nothing in this world could shake him.
"However," he continued, "You are wrong about one thing. I chased this for my whole life. Do you know why?"
He gave a soft chuckle. It was quiet, almost tired.
"At first, it was simple," he said. "I wanted excitement. I wanted to feel something new. Something that could move my heart."
His eyes dimmed for a brief moment, as if old scenes were passing through his mind.
"But when I looked back at my memories," he went on, "the excitement was still there. Yet something had changed."
He lifted his gaze and looked at the woman.
"Do you want to know what?" The man asked.
The woman did not look at him.
Her fingers continued to move across the veena, smooth and steady.
The music did not pause, not even for a breath.
The man did not wait for an answer either as he spoke.
"I wanted to be free,"
"Free from rules."
"Free from cycles."
