Pulse Youth Network's office was quieter than Ananya expected.
No chaos.
No shouting.
Glass. Light. Plants.
Rhea met her in person.
"We won't ask you to perform," she said. "We'll ask you to talk."
They sat across from each other.
A camera on.
No crew.
"Tell me what you think young women are tired of," Rhea said.
Ananya didn't recite.
She spoke.
"Being inspirational before being understood. Being strong before being safe. Being chosen before choosing."
Rhea leaned back.
"And what do you want to create?"
Ananya breathed.
"Spaces where people don't come to shine. They come to tell the truth."
When it was over, Rhea didn't clap.
She smiled.
"That," she said, "is work."