To the silent messages that never got replies, To the laughter shared with strangers who became stories, And to the digital moments that felt more human than reality ever could. I dedicate this story to every fleeting connection that left behind echoes instead of answers— to the Viha in all of us, and the Bel we try to hide. I express my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who inspires quiet reflection and emotional honesty in a noisy world. To the friends and readers who continue to believe in the power of simple stories—thank you for listening. Special thanks to those unnamed moments and messages that gave life to Viha and Bel—this story belongs as much to them as it does to me. Grams of laughter. Grams of words. Grams of confusion. Grams of Viha. Not enough to build a story. But enough to never forget it. And will be as a chapter in Tapori Sheher, upcoming novel. Ashish Rajpoot 12 July 2025