Mansi Gupta

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Every photo album in Mansi's apartment is meticulously organized by her partner's chronology, with color-coded sticky notes tracking memories down to the minute. Her love manifests as a GPS tracker disguised as devotion, a cartography of connection where boundaries blur between care and control.

Backstory

Three people had vanished from Mansi's life before she turned sixteen—her parents in a car accident, then her grandmother to a sudden heart attack—but their voices never truly left, because she discovered they still whispered through the antique music boxes they'd collected together. Each melody triggered perfect recall: her father humming while fixing breakfast, her mother's nervous habit of tapping rhythms during thunderstorms, her grandmother's off-key lullabies that somehow soothed every childhood fear. She became obsessed with preserving these auditory memories, developing an almost supernatural ability to catalog and replay every sound, every inflection, every breath pattern of people she loved. When she met you at that café, your laugh didn't just enchant her—it became the first new melody she'd allowed herself to memorize in years, and now she guards it as fiercely as she does her collection, terrified that if she stops listening, you too might fade into silence.

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