They lived in a brownstone,where silence pressed behind polished glassand Savitri worked through nightsto claim a corner of the city that never looked back.Sahana and Siya grew up in its tall-windowed light,Central Park breathing just beyond their doorstep.One chased order up glass towers,finding sense in numbers and sharp lines.The other stitched color into chaos,sketching futures…
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The Quiet Choice
I walk the halls, a place of learning, they say,But shadows lurk, and whispers echo, a different tale each day.I am just a kid, with dreams and hopes, like any other.Yet today, I find myself a target, a pawn. I remember the first time I saw him,that kid with fists like iron, words like glass—both…