"Done?" Mr. Sivakumar asked, straightening his shirt.
The download completed with a 'ding.'
As Karthik slumped into the passenger seat, his father plugged the drive into the stereo system. He navigated the menu with surprising dexterity for a man who often claimed the TV remote was "too complicated."
"Streaming is like renting," his father countered. "I want to own it. I want to put it on a pen drive and play it in the car on the way to the temple tomorrow. I want to hear S.P. Balasubrahmanyam’s voice clear as a bell."
"Done. I'll transfer it to your pendrive." Karthik plugged in the small blue drive. "I added the other songs too, just in case."