Arjun didn’t answer. He just smiled, saved the game, and queued up another match. The Google Drive link had given him more than a file. It had given him one more afternoon with his father. And that was worth a thousand chais.

The cursor blinked on Arjun’s laptop screen like a metronome counting down to madness. It was 2:00 AM. Outside his hostel room in Pune, the monsoon rain hammered the tin roof, but inside, a different kind of storm was brewing.

His father had passed away three years ago. The old desktop was long gone, sold for parts. The original CD was scratched beyond repair. All that remained was the memory of that laugh.

He’d been searching for hours. Not for a rare book or a scientific paper, but for a ghost. A digital relic from a simpler time: Ashes Cricket 2009 .

His hands trembled as he clicked download. The rain outside seemed to grow louder, as if cheering him on. The progress bar crawled. 10%... 40%... 80%... The green checkmark appeared.