Whispers of the Heart

In the bustling corridors of St. Xavier's College, Arjun navigated his way through a sea of students, clutching a stack of books in one hand and balancing a precarious coffee cup in the other. [chuckles] "Oh great, just another day in paradise," he muttered, dodging an errant football that zoomed past his ear. The air was thick with the scent of freshly printed paper and the faint aroma of cafeteria coffee, a mixture both familiar and comforting. It was in the Literature class where he first sa...