In Mumbai's vibrant chaos, she found her own quiet space....
Days blended into nights – trains rumbling, vehicles moving, people chatting, vendors calling out, rains pouring down like the city's soul was crying, summers sweltering, winters whispering, and life kept on moving.
Her world was a puzzle with missing pieces.
Growing up with a narcissistic father had left marks on her heart.
Her mother walked on eggshells, her sister was sometimes a safe haven,
and she learned to be – not a peacemaker, but a girl blamed for what was right.
She was always blamed for her existence.
But somewhere inside, she wanted to be the peacemaker.
Unfortunately, situations didn't let her be.
There, she found a spark – a connection that made sense.
Messages poured like monsoon rains, filling gaps in her heart.
Texts made her imagine, made her laugh.
It was a brush of fresh air, a calm in her chaos,
the pause in her breath.
Home was a place of tension, walking on tiptoes,
expectations weighed heavy like the city's crowded streets.
But at night, she would steal moments, typing secrets into the phone's glow,
feeling seen, feeling understood.
Rains would drum on the window, and she would smile,
knowing someone, somewhere, was thinking of her.
In Mumbai's pulse – its streets, people, and soul –
her heart found a new rhythm, a love story unfolding.
One beat, one promise – the city waited, watching her next steps.....👣😊