4th Day — The Silence We Shared
Spring wore a softer color today.
The sky was pale, almost shy — like it too was learning how to feel again.
I wore silence. Again.
The world outside the window buzzed with laughter, footsteps, and papers fluttering like anxious birds.
But inside the library, everything stood still.
He sat beside me.
No "hi", no "hello", no awkward smiles.
Just his presence.
Warm.
Assured.
Like he knew this silence wasn’t emptiness — it was healing.
Minutes passed. Five, maybe more.
Then, without looking at me, he whispered,
> “Silence is loud when two people share it.”
His voice didn’t disturb the quiet — it became part of it.
I looked up at him.
And he… he was already looking at me.
Not in the way boys look at girls.
But in the way readers look at their favorite lines — with pause, awe, and a quiet reverence.
I don’t know why I didn’t look away.
Maybe because he didn’t ask for anything.
No explanations. No versions of me that made sense.
He just… listened.
Without a word.
And in that moment, I wondered —
How can someone know me without asking a single question?
How can someone sit beside my silence and still make it feel like a conversation?
I didn’t speak.
But in my chest, something softened.
I closed my book.
And for the first time, I didn’t feel the need to escape.
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5th Day — He Waited in the Rain
Rain in spring is rare.
But it poured today — like the sky was tired of pretending to be okay.
I didn’t go to class.
I didn’t want to.
I sat near the school gate, knees hugged to my chest,
watching raindrops break on the pavement —
like tiny hearts that no one noticed shattering.
The cold seeped into my skin.
But I was already numb.
Then suddenly…
An umbrella.
Over me.
And him.
He looked ridiculous. Hair drenched, shirt clinging, breath slightly uneven.
But his eyes — oh, his eyes — they were calm.
> “You love sadness too much,” he said.
Not as an accusation.
More like… an observation.
A truth he’d held gently in his hands.
I didn’t answer.
Because… maybe I did.
Maybe sadness was the only thing that ever stayed.
> “But I’ll wait… until you fall in love with joy again.”
Those words?
They did something to me.
Like rain to dry soil.
Like light through a closed window.
He didn’t force me to smile.
Didn’t ask me to be okay.
He just… waited.
For the storm in me to pass.
Even when he stood drenched in mine.
We were strangers to each other
Always be but he saw something
That no one saw
The reason of my years
The way we both share the silence a connection of heart to heart.
For him I was never a stranger for him the world is big but God send him for me.
The dark chocolate which he always offer me in every situation.
A smile always comes on my lips when ever my ears listen his voice,the way he smiles.
jab tum aaye
jab aaye tum mere
samne tab aaya
iss dil ko
ye khayal
ki kaise yaad aayi
tere iss dil ko
meri
kaise yaad vo baat
tujhe Jo mein
keh na payi
kabhi
kaise Baras te pani
ko yaad aayi
iss kinare ki
kaise yaad aayi
tere kano ko
meri iss awaz
ki.....
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