July 4, 2025 – Evening
The funny thing about hope is… it sneaks up on you quietly. It doesn't arrive with fireworks or violins. Sometimes, it shows up as a letter. Sometimes, as a smile you didn't see coming.
Reyansh was still on his bed, back pressed against the wall, headphones around his neck, a playlist paused halfway through an Arijit track. He hadn't moved much since the last letter. And yet, something had shifted. For the first time in a long time, he wanted to reply. Not just to say something nice… but because he had so much to say back.
She liked Arijit. She talked about healing. She called him stranger — playfully, gently. And most of all? She saw something in his words. Something real.
So he opened Slowly. Took a deep breath. And typed with the kind of ease that only shows up when you're writing to someone who actually listens.
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✉️ Letter 3 — From Reyansh
Sent: July 4, 2025 – 6:32 PM
Hey Tara 🌿
You know what's strange? You said just one line — "healing is not linear" — and it hit deeper than I expected. I've read those words before. But this time, they felt… lived in. Like you didn't just say it, you knew it.
And yeah — you're right. We really do have a lot in common. Music, movies… especially Bollywood? Same. I don't think anyone survives heartbreaks here without Arijit Singh singing their soul out. And yes, SRK has a permanent place in history and on my playlists. I grew up watching those dramatic monologues about love and destiny — and maybe a small part of me still believes in it. That maybe two strangers writing letters across the void… is also some form of fate.
Also — yes, I can definitely teach you a bit about gaming someday 😅 Fair warning though: it might come with occasional shouting and losing track of time.
You asked about my dreams. That's tough. Some days I want to write. Other days I want to disappear into some mountain town and open a tiny bookstore-café with soft jazz and rainy windows. But mostly — I just want peace. Not the silence kind, but the kind where your thoughts stop fighting each other.
As for strengths? I think I'm a good listener. I don't interrupt stories. Weaknesses? Overthinking. Big time. And sometimes, I write more than I talk — like right now.
But honestly? I'm glad you replied. It made today feel lighter.
Until next time, Tara — May your smile stay real, and your playlist stay full.
Yours in letters,
Reyansh
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Narrator Voice (continued)
He hit send. This time, with no hesitation. Because that's what happens when someone replies to your truth — you stop filtering your words so much. You just speak.
And maybe it wasn't love. Not yet. Not even close. But it was the kind of conversation where two people don't try to impress each other — they try to understand.
A soft beginning. An open window. And for Reyansh, the first real smile in a long, long time.