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Architecture in the Age of Inequality: Navigating Professional Identity and Moral Integrity
Let's talk about the world's most expensive residence after the Buckingham Palace. Antilla, as the name is derived from a lost Atlantic Island, this building also symbolises the lost lands of humanity within the world of rich. I will talk about how I want to pursue my architecture – how to not generate money even if I have a hard time paying my bills. Some actions may be legal by law, but our moral compass guides us toward the right path, making certain choices feel almost i
Arpit Malhotra
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Short Story: Lost Heart's Journey
Sat on a small seat between the coaches, isolated from the world, he was lost in a smile—unsure if he even existed. The only other seat beside him lay vacant, sending out an open invitation to someone who might know where, in the world, he was lost. Just as he transcended into his world full of quiet joy, a moment snapped him back to reality. He glanced up—into eyes admiring him. The only thing he wanted to say was: “You're beautiful.” But speaking it aloud would mean missing
Arpit Malhotra
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Short Story: The Yellow Envelope
He walked around his bedroom, cleaning the rug like he always did on Sundays. But as he shifted the bed, a brittle crackling sound cut through the silence. Curious, he bent down and found a crushed yellow envelope hidden between the bed and the backrest. It must’ve once been tucked under a pillow — a secret kept close — but must have slipped out, demanding to be seen. He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed it and moved to the nearest table. The paper inside was brittle, yellowed with
Arpit Malhotra
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Short Story: Love, Guilt and Tears
After the kiss, they walked in separate directions. He smiled softly, looking down at his hands. I gave him my love, he thought, but he gave me his life instead. No matter how much he tried, he knew he could never repay what had been done for him. All he could do now—all he ever truly wanted to do—was to keep loving him. That love was enough. But guilt clung to every step he took. With each one, a part of him hoped… just hoped that if he turned around, there might still be so
Arpit Malhotra
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