The breeze brushed past them gently, carrying with it the faint smell of dust, old paper, and memories that had been sleeping for years. It lifted stray strands of hair, tugged at dupattas, cooled warm skin—but more than that, it stirred something inside them. Something soft. Something fragile. Something that only places like this could awaken.

They still stood there — right in front of the same school gates that had once felt impossibly tall, impossibly strict, impossibly permanent.