By: Pallavi Garg Jenny sat under the clinic light, tapping her feet and fiddling with her blue blouse. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her silky black hair tied up in a pony, and her brown were eyes fixed on the two…

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  TOO LITTLE TOO LATE By: Sk Pathak Kshitij looks tense and tentative as he walks into our second-floor facility with his friend Apoorv, who appears equally downcast. Perched on the edges of the seats, they glance at each other as if asking…

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  That place had an aura of its own- it wasn’t bare-knuckled but was the kind that would grow on you gradually. As I walked past the main door, the first voice that fell upon my ears was Falaq’s. Trying to live…

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