To the ones who loved across the lines they were never meant to cross.

To every soul judged not by their heart, but by their surname.

To the silent battles fought in school corridors, where caste sat louder than friendship.

This story is for you - for the love that bloomed in the cracks of a broken system.

May your heart always rise above the names the world tries to bind you with.

When sparks defy labels

~shanshya🧿