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I broke my only rule: Never cry for a person.

I pulled an all-nighter. I probably should've followed Ted Mosby's advice about nothing good happening after 2 AM.

letting every "3 AM thought" spill into words I should have kept to myself. I was looking for a connection in a moment of quiet, but I ended up oversharing far beyond what the situation called for. The response I got was a heavy reality check. a reminder that some lives are currently in a crucial phase where every minute is spoken for and new "bonds" are just too much weight to carry. I realized then that some "pauses" aren't a reflection of the vibe, but a mechanical necessity for someone else's bigger picture.

I hated myself for getting so attached so quickly, for letting one "wrong" overshare turn everything upside down. It was eating me up, and I knew I couldn't stay in this environment.

It was a lot to process. It felt like being thrown out into the cold wind after finally finding a soothing, quiet room. I knew I couldn't stay in that thick air. I needed to get away from the screens, the DMs, and the constant replaying of a two hour heartbeat.

I boarded the Vande Bharat to Chennai. I went looking for the streets of Mylapore, a place that has always soothed me. and spent time at the Kapaleeshwarar Temple. Watching the sunset at the beach allowed the noise in my head to finally settle. I realized that while I was so focused on someone who was just passing through, I had almost missed the strength of those who actually stayed.

Returning to Bengaluru, I visited ISKCON this morning. I prayed in the same temple she is devoted to, not for a result, but for the same peace she finds there. Afterwards, I drove past the greenery of cubbon Park and the stillness of Vidhana Soudha, retracing a path that felt different now.

On the way home, I crossed the exact signal where it all began. This time, the light turned red.

It was an ironic, perfect indication from the city: Stop. Let go.
But in that silence, I realized something deeper. The greatest skill isn't the art of letting go, but the clarity to acknowledge and be grateful for the ones who stayed by us all along. They are the ones who helped process the weight of it all when things were at their absolute worst.

[OC]

Peaceful vibes and the perfect soundtrack. Ee video edit chesi chusina prathisari edo teliyani prashantatha.

This song 'Bottu, Juttu, Mukku Pudaka' carries so much cultural warmth, and combining it with this view is just beautiful.

Views like this makes u forget everything around u, just the sound of the waves and a song that hits close to the heart. Mana traditions and the beauty of nature redefining what it means to feel nostalgic. Just letting the tide wash away the stress.

Reposting coz she felt someone could recognise her from the pic🥲 - So making it B/W and max close up😅

“also someone commented about her nails being pretty- She’s happy about it😁”

Finally, the stars aligned. From receiving a Reddit DM from her to standing at the foot of those cafe stairs, it actually happened.
I glanced through the window and there she was! a vision in wine color. She had this face that carried such a deep calmness, the kind you could just stare at until you forget every problem you've ever had. And those eyes, framed by a black bindi. The song “Idhe Idhe” just perfectly describes this moment. You could get lost in them forever.

As I walked toward her, the noise of the city just shut down. The air got thick, and I could feel my body temperature rising from a warmth I couldn’t quite name. We locked eyes for a second, a glimpse that said “we’re finally seeing each other,” before I opened the door and we let out the smiles we’d been hiding.

I didn’t want a bouquet. I didn't want something that would wither in a week. I brought her a Kalanchoe. Knowing she’s set to be a House Surgeon in two weeks, I teased her about her natural impatience and joked about how she’d handle her patients. Since it's easy to maintain but blossoms for eight weeks, it was the perfect choice for her. But deep down, the plant was for us…a reminder of our time, always sitting right there beside her.

We tried to talk, but the first cafe was a jam of noise. As two people who prefer silence and soft tones, speaking as if loud voices didn't exist, we left for the next street. It felt like that second cafe was built just for us. Quiet, brewing coffee, and that scent that only true coffee lovers appreciate. With my Spanish Latte and her Cappuccino, we sat side-by-side, turned toward each other, trying to make every second count.

Her voice is so calm and soothing that it practically heals you just by listening. It’s a tone that makes you never want to stop hearing her speak.

They say time is a constant, but the irony is how two hours can feel like a heartbeat when you're finally in the right company.

Eventually, the clock reminded us it was time to leave. We walked until the metro, and somewhere inside my head, I kept hoping for some random tech fault or wishing the Bengaluru metro would magically stop working for one evening.

We live on opposite ends of the city. Still, I boarded with her. She wouldn’t say it directly, but her eyes kinda wished I’d stay till the end. And so I did.

The city skyline moved faster than our conversations. Metro announcements became background noise; I genuinely don’t think I heard a single one properly. I was too lost in her words.
Somewhere during that ride, the conversation slowly got heavier. Not sad. Just real.

For the first time in around 1.5 years, it felt like I had someone with whom I could genuinely speak freely without hesitation. The kind of comfort where you don’t think before saying things. And she had her own reasons too, and emotional attachments, which I didn’t want to cross or make her push herself for, because that’d just make me selfish.

Eventually, we reached her stop. I walked her to the very last step of the station, stopping at the exit to respect her boundaries. She initiated a handshake, a subtle gesture, but it showed she was comfortable. And then, she walked away.

Now, I’m back on the platform. It’s quiet, I’m shivering slightly, and my mind is just replaying the tape of her calm face and those deep eyes. After a year of losing people I would have given my life for, I had finally gotten used to being alone.

Then the universe played its cards. It gave me a human who truly gets me. Don’t label it or imagine something beyond this just because it’s two opposite genders. Sometimes, having a human with the comfort of speaking freely and enjoying the silence together is enough.

And after giving hope, maybe the universe folds again, leaving the cards for us to decide.

To the one who calls me a “random stranger,” I know you were waiting to read this. Now that you have, I want to hear you. Not as the person you are to the world, but as a stranger reading this. Keeping that distance, yet knowing exactly what I mean. I hope you like the letter I gave you. It’s something that's only ever going to live between us…something just the two of us will know about and treasure.

TLDR:A Reddit DM that led to a rare, unlabelled comfort, making hours feel like a heartbeat and the city noise fade into the background.

Edit - She finally commented.

The first time I walked into an open mic, I didn’t expect much…

(left a note about that here — https://www.reddit.com/r/TeluguJournals/s/xCh1pm0cgi)

This time, I found myself noticing the people more than anything else.

There were so many different kinds of artists in one room… stand up, poetry, shayari, music. Some confident, some figuring it out as they went. Nothing felt perfect, but everything felt real.

It didn’t feel like performers and audience… it felt like a room where people just took turns being seen.

And in between all that, conversations just kept happening… easy, unplanned, without that usual awkwardness.

What I didn’t expect was what happened after.

We all stepped out for tea… not a few people, literally all of us. And somehow, tea turned into dinner. And just like that… phones got passed around, contacts and socials exchanged.

Same people, just without the mic now… talking, laughing, continuing whatever had started inside.

No forced introductions, no effort to impress… just people being open.

It’s strange how a room full of strangers can start to feel familiar in a couple of hours.

I walked in thinking I’d just spend an evening there… didn’t expect to leave with conversations that stayed.

I don’t know what exactly shifts in spaces like this… but something does.

The first time I walked into an open mic, I didn’t expect much…

(left a note about that here — https://www.reddit.com/r/TeluguJournals/s/Kmeb1iQW18)

This time, I found myself noticing the people more than anything else.

There were so many different kinds of artists in one room… stand up, poetry, shayari, music. Some confident, some figuring it out as they went. Nothing felt perfect, but everything felt real.

It didn’t feel like performers and audience… it felt like a room where people just took turns being seen.

And in between all that, conversations just kept happening… easy, unplanned, without that usual awkwardness.

What I didn’t expect was what happened after.

We all stepped out for tea… not a few people, literally all of us. And somehow, tea turned into dinner.

Same people, just without the mic now… talking, laughing, continuing whatever had started inside. And just like that… phones were being passed around, contacts and socials getting exchanged.

No forced introductions, no effort to impress… just people being open.

It’s strange how a room full of strangers can start to feel familiar in a couple of hours.

I walked in thinking I’d just spend an evening there… didn’t expect to leave with conversations that stayed.

I don’t know what exactly shifts in spaces like this… but something does.