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THE AUTOPSY OF UNSPENT LOVE
PART IV: THE REHABILITATION
Chapter 22: The Cellular Alarm
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The algorithm was confused. For years, the social media feeds of Delhi’s youth had been dominated by three things: 1. Hustle Porn (Time-lapse videos of 4 AM studying). 2. Aesthetic Melancholy (Sad quotes over black-and-white photos). 3. Performative Luxury (Club tables, bottle service, rented cars). But suddenly, the metrics were shifting. The "Fake" was losing engagement. The "Real" was going viral. It started with a video from St. Stephen’s College. It wasn’t a dance reel. It was a shaky, low-quality video of a group of students sitting on the grass, not on their phones, but singing an old Kabir bhajan. They looked unpolished. They looked messy. They looked... happy. The caption read: “No filter. No drugs. Just us. #Roots” The video exploded. Millions of views. Not because it was flashy, but because it was Water in a Desert. The generation that had been raised on dopamine hits was starving for oxytocin.
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