Some stories don’t unfold slowly — they unfold very slowly.And the characters in those stories are often the ones whose silence bothers everyone — yet no one ever tries to understand them.For Arjun, Avya was no longer just a curiosity — she had become a feeling.An incomplete poem,an unsung melody,a broken picture…that now wanted to be colored again.---It was a Friday in college. The weather was slightly chilly. After classes ended, everyone was busy with their own groups — and Arjun sat alone in a corner. That’s when Anvi came running.> “Arjun bhaiya! Didi looks really upset today. She’s sitting