CHAPTER 1 :-The words never sentThe fading sun spilled through the half-open window of Kabir’s room, painting streaks of gold and orange on the pale blue walls. His desk, cluttered yet carefully organized, bore the traces of an old routine—a half-burnt candle, a fountain pen with a nib darkened by ink, and a stack of papers folded neatly into envelopes. Some were sealed, some not, but all bore no address. They were ghosts of words never spoken.Kabir sat hunched forward, his elbows resting on the desk as though the weight of his heart pressed them down. The page before him