Ansh - One who Seeks

Most people hear noise. Ansh hears what the noise is standing on. A Mathura street at eight in the morning: scooter horns, a pressure cooker two floors up, somebody's television, two men arguing about cricket, a temple bell four lanes away. To Ansh Srivastav it arrives as one sound — and underneath it, the way a floor is underneath a room, there is another one. Older. Steadier. Not made by anything. He is twenty, technically still enrolled, technically still attending, and he has never told a living soul. Who would he tell? His grandmother could hear it too. She died two years ago and left him a brass harmonium key and no instructions at all. Then his fifteen-year-old sister — who does not believe a word of it — sets a phone down in the courtyard and starts measuring the non-measurable. She doesn't disprove him. She gets a number instead, and then another, and then a pattern, and then a hypothesis she writes down in her own handwriting: the house was designed to teach. The question is: teach what. And to whom. Chapter would be uploaded daily and Please leave a review, Thank you Readers