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 Unspoken
On a Thursday that flirted with frostbite,New York City crouched under its own weight—steel towers, whispered winds, and the soft crunchof snow finding refuge on cobblestones. Larry, all scarf and cane, shuffled toward the subway,his breath little clouds of resignation.The old aeronautical engineer,half-pilot of his own past,still sharp enough to spot a flawed trajectory.“What’s the…