Ipsita Sharma One Kunal Malhotra sat at his cluttered study desk, a half-finished math assignment spread before him, the pages filled with doodles instead of equations. His hair was messy, his eyes half-closed, but the frustration boiling inside him refused to let him sleep. Tomorrow was another Monday—another week of endless homework, boring classes, and that dreadful morning assembly where students stood like robots reciting prayers they barely believed in. He opened his phone, intending to scroll aimlessly through memes until sleep took over, but something inside him snapped. Instead of laughing at someone else’s jokes, he turned the camera…