July revolution: The art on walls may fade but the cries still deafening
In the quiet lanes of Rampura and Banasree, and near the East West University, the walls still bear faint traces of a revolution that changed lives forever.
The graffiti, once loud with defiance and grief, now fades into the city's mundane rhythm, as if the world is desperate to forget.
But the pain remains.
The voices of those who were lost still echo in the hearts of those left behind. Grief clings to the air, refusing to dissipate.
Families and friends carry the weight of that sorrow every day, their wounds too deep for time to heal.
In Banasree, there's a spot where a bullet tore through a pillar, a silent witness to the sacrifices made.
The walls of East West University, where a generation of young people rose up to challenge oppression, still hold the memories of their courage.
It was this movement, born of a restless, determined Generation Z, that sent a message strong enough to force even the most stubborn rulers to flee.
The colors on the walls may fade, but the scars of that uprising remain not on the crumbling paint, but in the hearts of a city that refuses to forget.