A Resilient Days
In the quiet town of Radhar, a young woman named Kaira tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find the solace of sleep. Her stomach growled with hunger, but it was a hunger that went beyond the physical need for food. It was a hunger for companionship, for understanding, for a sense of belonging. She sat up, took a long sip of water, and stared out of the window into the dark night. "Hunger is the best sauce," an old proverb echoed in her mind, but it provided little comfort.
