The Hazy Glimpse of Tomorrow
Payal Chawla It was November 2, 2028. The festive lights had dimmed, but the haze lingered—thick, gray, and suffocating. Delhi, long accustomed to its annual battle with winter smog and stubble burning, now faced an unprecedented crisis. This time, the air wasn’t just polluted; it was poison. I woke up in the dead of night,…