•A World That Does Not Weep•

Tue, 24 Mar 2026 08:21:59 +0000

Eklavya sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the empty coffee cup in his hands. The faint hum of the ceiling fan above him filled the room, but his thoughts were louder, swirling in a chaotic storm. Ruhani's words played over and over in his mind, like a haunting melody he couldn't escape.