A Hazy December In Jaipur

In the golden corridors of a high school in Jaipur, Shanaya Singh was a constant-a girl with amber eyes and a quiet wit that could light up a dull psychology hit. We weren't best friends, we were just two orbits briefly touching in the rush of the hallway. I thought I knew the rhythm of our school, until a cold announcement in December changed everything.

Now, as graduation looms and an empty chair sits among the "S" names, I'm left wondering: How did we all miss the storm behind her smile? A story of unspoken words, the weight of "if only," and the girl who left a hole in the heart of the Pink City.