The morning air carried that bittersweet scent of change, part excitement, part ache. Siya stood near the doorway, her suitcase packed neatly beside her, every zip and fold echoing the reality she had tried to ignore all week.
Bangalore was calling again. Not because she wanted it to, but because duty demanded it. Her resignation letter was already in the dean's hands, but as per the college's rule, she had to serve her one-month notice. One last month as an Assistant Professor at the Bangalore campus.
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