Ravi opened the first page. It wasn't just a list of fingerings; it was a map of a lifetime. The notation for Raag Yaman was scribbled with notes in the margins: "Breath like the wind over the Ganges," and "Softly, Ravi, the 'Ma' is sharp like a mountain peak." He picked up his grandfather’s favorite bamboo flute, its surface polished smooth by decades of touch.