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Ravi, who prefers the last bench in class for its unique perspective, forms a silent bond with a girl named Tara, who sketches beautiful drawings. Their friendship develops through shared moments and artistic expressions, culminating in Tara's drawing of freedom before she mysteriously stops coming to class. Inspired by her, Ravi begins to draw as well, symbolizing his own journey towards freedom.

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Q 2 BKCF LVX C

Ravi, who prefers the last bench in class for its unique perspective, forms a silent bond with a girl named Tara, who sketches beautiful drawings. Their friendship develops through shared moments and artistic expressions, culminating in Tara's drawing of freedom before she mysteriously stops coming to class. Inspired by her, Ravi begins to draw as well, symbolizing his own journey towards freedom.

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Tab 2: The Last Bench

Ravi always chose the last bench in class—not because he wasn’t interested, but because it gave him a view of the world that no one else
seemed to notice. From back there, he observed everything: the patterns in people’s behavior, the moments between moments.

One day, in the middle of the semester, a girl sat beside him. Without asking. She wore a charcoal-black coat and carried a sketchbook filled
with strange, beautiful drawings. Her name was Tara.

They didn’t talk at first. But every day, she came, sat silently, and sketched. Curious, Ravi peeked once and saw a drawing of a bird—wings
spread, tangled in a barbed wire.

“That’s freedom,” she said, not looking up. “Caught halfway.”

From that day on, they began to talk in fragments—through sketches, notes, sometimes just glances. They became friends, maybe more, bound
by their quietness.

Then one day, Tara didn’t come.

She left behind a single page on the desk. It was a drawing of two people on a last bench, surrounded by flying birds—no wires, no cages.

Ravi smiled. She had set her freedom free. And somewhere, in a sketchbook of his own, he began drawing too.

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