Mira Devika The Girl Who Dreamed in Technicolor Aarya Vardhan arrived in Mumbai on a humid June afternoon, the kind where the sky smelt of wet rust and ambition. Dadar station was a swarm of people—hawkers shouting, suitcases clattering, children crying. She stepped off the train in worn jeans, a cotton kurta, and sneakers that had seen too many miles. Her suitcase was secondhand; her dreams were not. She stood still for a second, letting the city breathe on her. It smelled of diesel, dust, sweat, and something else—possibility. For a girl from Jabalpur with no industry godfather, Mumbai was…