The audition was held in a glittering studio in Andheri. The other contestants wore sequined lehengas and branded sneakers. Chakor wore a faded blue salwar kameez and carried a single lollipop—a fresh one, unwrapped, the sugar crystals still sharp.

2021 hadn’t been kind. But she had learned something important:

The judges were three stern celebrities. The head judge, a famous choreographer named Ms. D’Souza, raised an eyebrow. “You’re chewing candy during an audition?”

Midway through, the stick slipped. The lollipop fell to the polished floor with a tiny click .

The year was 2021. The world was still learning to breathe again after the long hush of lockdowns. For fourteen-year-old Chakor, however, the silence wasn't in the streets—it was inside her.

Chakor pulled the lollipop from her mouth. It was down to a tiny, translucent nub. “I have debt,” she replied. “And a mother who hasn’t slept through a night since 2019.”

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