Supriya had always been the anchor. When Nishanth disappeared, she kept the network running. When Presence 2.0 launched, she led the volunteers. When Aaradhya left without warning, Supriya filled the silence with structure.
She gave speeches at community schools, drafted guidelines for district expansions, handled the press with calm, calculated grace. Everyone thought she was composed. But that was a costume stitched from loss.
Structure was never enough.
Not when you wake up each morning and wonder if the fire you once believed in is still burning somewhere out there, far from your reach.
Not when the people who once stood beside you begin to vanish like mist while pretending it's all part of some noble evolution.There are disappearances that feel like abandonment, and then there are silences that feel like betrayal.
