There is a particular kind of silence that does not feel empty. It feels occupied. While reading At the End of the World by Priyanshu Sunil Sinha, I kept returning to that feeling—the sense that absence itself can become a presence you walk beside.   This is not the loud end of the world we are used to seeing. No collapsing skylines. No heroic last stands. Instead, the novel opens like an abandoned corridor where your own footsteps start sounding unfamiliar after a while. A l