I smiled softly, gazing out at the trees whizzing past, their leaves a blur against the morning light. Today, Hriday had roused me early, his voice tinged with excitement, reminding me that college life begins today. I found myself in quiet conflict, uncertain about wearing a kurti. No one had said anything, no one had mocked me,but the weight of carrying the Agnivanshi name pressed on my shoulders, quiet and constant. The media spins stories out of thin air, and I couldn’t bear the thought of my name being dragged into some imagined scandal. Yet, when I wore a saree, everyone laughed. Dada-sa and Dadi-sa had simply told me to wear whatever made me feel like myself,not to worry so much and not to think too hard.