Dedication

"𝗧𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀...

𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻,

𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲.

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆."

MEHER VYAS

Meher Vyas, 25, is pursuing a PhD in Literature. She owns a quaint café in Banaras, a serene space filled with books, soft music, and the aroma of freshly baked goods. Meher loves reading, baking, and is a trained classical dancer who often finds herself dancing barefoot near the ghats, lost in rhythm and reflection.

She reads the poems of a particular writer who goes by the pen name "Aks."

She has fallen for his words, his verses and unknowingly, for him.

She doesn't know who he is or where he lives, yet she is already in love with him. His poetry has become her solace.

She finds peace in reading, among the pages of books in her café, in the quiet grace of dancing by the river, and in the words he weaves.

She doesn't speak much, the world made her quieter.

An innocent soul once shattered, Meher no longer trusts easily.

She believes not in people, but in the permanence of ink on paper.

"Woh seene se syaahi bahaata tha, aur main use saanson mein basaa leti thi." ~Meher 🌷

"𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘢𝘰

𝘏𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢

𝘏𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢."

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REVAAN SAXENA

Revaan Saxena, 27, is a writer who has completed his PhD in Literature. He writes poems he never knew he needed to write-verses that bleed from his soul and become a breath for the world.

Writing is his solace. His ink bleeds, and the world breathes it in.

He remains unknown to the world; his real identity hidden. He chose the pen name "Aks"-a shadow, a reflection, a voice louder than any he could ever raise in person.

A silent, reserved man, Revaan longs to experience the love he so often writes about.

On the ghats of Banaras, he fell in love at first sight-with a girl whose presence turned his silence into sonnets. She became the poetry he never knew he needed.

Now, his ink writes only for her.

He breathes for her.

The sound of her anklets is the only music he wants to hear.

He loves writing and sketching. His pen lives for her, and his pencil only knows how to draw her.

To him, she is poetry wrapped in silence, laced with grace.

"Woh kavita ki shaam thi, aur main dard ki subah." ~Revaan 💌

"𝘈𝘱 𝘒𝘪 𝘈𝘯𝘬𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘬𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘦 𝘚𝘦 𝘙𝘢𝘢𝘻 𝘏𝘢𝘪

𝘈𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘉𝘩𝘪 𝘒𝘩𝘶𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘈𝘱𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘻 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘯."

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TROPES

• 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿

• 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 × 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿/𝗖𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗿

• 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

• 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

• 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁

• 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁

• 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

• 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁 × 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁

• 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

• 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

• 𝗜𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁/ 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

𐙚

"𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤."