Two towers now stood over the realm of thought:
The Crown Courier, a lighthouse to the world.
And SK News, a bonfire at home.
What began as an attempt to tame a rebellious boy ended with a country richer in ideas, louder in speech, and more dangerous in intellect.
And yet, through all the noise, at the corner of every SK page, the quiet emblem remained:
S for Sharath. K for Kelrath.
Not a signature of ego.
But of origin.
Of revolution born from gears, purpose, and the unshakable belief that ink can break chains better than blades ever could