ClassicalMusic
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Strings of the Sitar
Sonalika Sharma 1 The room was dim except for the soft golden glow of a brass lamp near the window, its flickering flame casting wavering shadows across the cream-colored walls of the apartment. The sitar rested across Ananya’s lap like an extension of her own body, its polished surface gleaming faintly as her fingers moved…
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Swipe Left for Sitar
Pritha Paul 1 Niharika Rao had precisely three rules in life: never eat cold idlis, never disrespect a raag, and never—ever—download a dating app. Unfortunately, on a humid Thursday morning in Bengaluru, two out of those three rules were broken. She sat cross-legged on her reed mat, sitar resting on her lap, and her forehead…