As Shashwat returned to the dorm that night, exhaustion weighed on him, but a deeper ache filled his heart—a longing for Siya that had grown sharper with each passing day. He hadn’t managed to call her that evening, and he had no picture of her to keep him company in these quiet, lonely hours. His gaze drifted to the notebook lying on his bunk, its blank pages calling to him with a silent promise of relief. An idea took root in his mind, and before he could question it, he reached for the notebook and a pencil, sitting down on the edge of his bed.