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feni_junior
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Chapter 1 - The sunset

The sun dipped low over the Arabian Sea, casting a soft amber glow across the shoreline of Varkala Beach. Coconut palms swayed gently in the monsoon breeze, and the rhythmic crash of waves seemed to echo the heartbeat of the sleepy coastal town.

Fourteen-year-old Feni sat cross-legged on the warm sand, her orange kurta catching the golden hues of twilight. Beside her, Nirmal, clad in a well-worn yellow tee and rolled-up jeans, animatedly gestured as he spoke of his dream—opening a cafe by the beach that served fusion dosas with names like "Bollywood Blast" and "Coconut Jazz."

Ananya laughed, her long hair bouncing like silk as she leaned toward him. "Only you would think of mixing chicken masala with pesto."

"Exactly!" Arjun beamed. "It's desi innovation! A bit of desiness in every bite."

They had met just a month ago, when Ananya's family moved from Crowdy Bangalore to this quiet village to care for her ill grandmother. The transition had been hard—until she met Normal, the boy who seemed to be the type who would argue about dosa being the best food in the world.

Every evening, after chores and tuition, they met at the same spot under the same palm tree. There, they exchanged dreams like seashells, each one precious, imperfect, and filled with the echo of distant possibilities.

But change was in the air. Ananya's father had hinted at moving back to Bangalore soon, and Arjun's family was facing pressure to send him to boarding school in Kochi.

That evening, as the sun kissed the horizon, they made a pact.

"No matter what happens," Ananya said softly, drawing a line in the sand with a stick, "we'll find our way back here. Same beach. Same time. Next year."

Arjun looked at her, eyes serious for once. "Deal. But if you don't come back, I'll open the cafe without you and name the worst item on the menu after you."

She laughed, throwing sand at him, her worries momentarily forgotten.

In that fading light, two friends held on to a shared dream—a bit of desiness, a bit of rebellion, and the possibility of something more...