Now Tushar returns to his small rented room and the quiet hits him the moment he closes the door. The ceiling fan spins slowly, the bulb flickers, and the only sound is the distant barking of a street dog. He lies on his bed but sleep doesn't come. Shivanya's face keeps appearing in his mind, her small hands holding that faded cloth doll, her eyes looking up at him for just a second before dropping down again. He turns to the side, then to the other, trying to shut his thoughts off, but all he can think about is how to bring her home. How does the adoption process even work? What papers does he need? Where will he find a girl who would marry him and understand why he wants to adopt a child? The questions pile up in his head until his eyes finally grow heavy and he drifts off sometime past midnight, still holding those thoughts.
The next morning, his alarm rings early. The city is already noisy outside with honking vehicles and the smell of tea from the stall downstairs. He gets ready quickly, puts on his helmet, and starts his bike for the restaurant. The streets are crowded as usual, and halfway through, he notices a girl standing by the roadside, looking anxiously at her watch while an auto refuses to stop for her. She's dressed in a simple salwar suit and carries a small office bag. When Tushar slows down, she hesitantly asks if he can give her a lift to her office since she is running late. He nods without saying much and lets her sit behind him carefully.
The ride is quiet at first, only the sound of the bike engine and the wind. The girl thanks him a couple of times and mentions she works in an accounts office a few blocks away. As they get closer to her workplace, Tushar takes a turn he doesn't usually take, and suddenly "Kailash Orphanage" appears on his left, with its blue gate and neem trees. His heart skips a beat. Through the iron bars of the courtyard, he spots Shivanya sitting on the grass, drawing something with chalk while the small white puppy sits beside her. He slows the bike and stops for a moment, just to look at her. The girl behind him notices and asks, "What happened? Why did you stop?" Tushar doesn't answer. He just stares at Shivanya for a few seconds, his hands still on the handlebar. The girl follows his gaze, sees the orphanage, and stays quiet, sensing it's something personal.
After a while, Tushar starts the bike again without a word. He drops the girl at her office, and she thanks him one more time before rushing inside. He watches her go, then turns the bike toward the restaurant.