Without Baraha, Kannada felt trapped in his head, like a river dammed up in a desert. He tried using other tools, but nothing matched Baraha’s elegance—its diacritic-rich interface, the seamless switch between scripts, the way it honored the soul of the language. Desperate, Ravi scoured his emails, dusty notebooks, and even asked his older sister, who’d helped buy the software. Nothing. The key was gone.