Aarav Banerjee is a mystery wrapped in silence. He speaks only when necessary, yet when he does, everyone listens. He's not popular, but everyone knows him. He's just joined junior college, though not very thrilled about it. He's not quiet, just car...
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“Good morning. I’m Aarav Banerjee, and this is Aastha Sethi. We’re here to present our findings from the interdisciplinary field research conducted this semester,” I say, adjusting the mic.
Aastha steps in without missing a beat.
“Our project focused on the intersection of environmental shifts and socioeconomic structures within rural communities. The data we collected reflects both measurable changes—and lived experiences.”
Her voice doesn’t shake.
Mine almost does.
We walk them through the methodology. The interviews. The patterns. The gaps.
We quote farmers, rural natives, and environmentalists. We explain the problem.
I glance at the panel—an ocean of sharp suits and colder eyes. Ivy League reps.
Watching. Judging. Calculating.
They're probably pissed that they had to come back to a stupid college because a pair of students missed their presentation.
I don't blame them. I'd be furious too, not so obviously though.
But then I look at her—and everything settles.
We were finally giving the orientation for the project we’ve been working on for a year.
And now? We’re in Mumbai’s most beautiful garden, sitting on a bedsheet sprawled across the grass.
So you could say the presentation went... amazing.
She kept her promise when she told me we’d celebrate Pihu’s birthday—even if she isn’t here anymore.
Losing Mumma and Pihu left a huge void in my life, one that won’t ever be fully filled.
But it hurts less now. I’ve started remembering the best memories... and letting go of the worst. It helps.
I’ve been reconnecting with Papa too, and things are starting to get better.
I’m getting almost four hours of deep sleep these days. And I feel... good.
Therapy is easier, and my love life—once completely nonexistent—is now all rainbows and flowers.
It’s not just Pihu’s birthday today. It’s Coco’s too. We adopted him on Pihu’s fourth birthday.
