
Arjun scrolled with the practiced calm of someone who had learned to let the feed decide his mood. The app pulsed, a soft promise: watch one more, see one more. His phone knew him better than his mother did — which recipes he liked, which arguments he’d lose, which faces made him pause. It whispered in tiny thumbs-up hearts and autoplayed smiles until his laugh sounded borrowed.
Arjun scrolled with the practiced calm of someone who had learned to let the feed decide his mood. The app pulsed, a soft promise: watch one more, see one more. His phone knew him better than his mother did — which recipes he liked, which arguments he’d lose, which faces made him pause. It whispered in tiny thumbs-up hearts and autoplayed smiles until his laugh sounded borrowed.