The Forgotten NoteThe monsoon rains had softened Delhi’s summer heat, leaving the city fragrant and alive. The streets, usually thick with dust, now glistened in the morning sun, and the air carried the scent of damp earth. Meera, a history student at Delhi University, had always loved this time of year. The rain felt like a promise, a whisper of something more in a city steeped in history.On one such day, she found herself wandering through the aisles of an old, nearly forgotten library tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. The library, with its high ceilings and