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The Empty Bench at Mayur Vihar
In Mayur Vihar, where the streets always hummed with life, I spent my childhood summers with Katherine, my best friend. Our favorite spot was a small bench in the park near the metro station. We’d sit there for hours, talking about everything—our dreams, our fears, and the future we thought we’d face together.
Katherine always said, “We’ll never change, no matter what. This park, this bench—it’ll always be ours.”
But one day, without warning, Katherine was gone. Her family had moved, no farewell,...
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