The hustle, noise, and murmurs of the crowd really stand out in the market. Some are busy buying foodstuff, some are engrossed in selecting the best clothes in a dress shop, and a few passionately capture the beauty of the market scene, and the rest of them have conflicted and dull expression, might be due to daily life situations/ problems, etc. They unwillingly stand out even from the entrance of the market.

But among this loud and lively noise, the quiet and still redhead stands out, who, at the moment, is busy making clouds of thoughts while fiddling with the beret on his captive red hair shining, his silky red strands flaunt across his cheek.

His thoughts vanish upon the sound of his phone ringing loud in his ears, and unfortunately, it grabs all unwanted attention on him.  A group of people glares at him, demanding co-operation, but the ringtone was being consistently loud just like the caller.

The ringtone rings in an unheard language, it has a certain symphony in it, which brings familiar memories to flash in his mind and a melancholic smile forms on his face.