Nira… a quiet, gentle girl. She loved people, but she didn't like shouting or loud noise. Unnecessary noise was something she simply couldn't tolerate. Even at home, she had no peace — there was always yelling and chaos. It made her deeply uncomfortable. She couldn't step out of the house whenever she wanted either. After all, she was a girl… and whatever she did was judged.
Because of her nature, everyone misunderstood her. They thought she couldn't mix with people, or that she was arrogant. Even her own parents said such things. They still hadn't truly understood their own daughter.
Nira liked staying within her own world. In her mind, she imagined many things — she wrote stories, poems, and drew pictures. She expressed her pain and feelings through her art. She was a very different kind of girl.
She wished that one day she could go far away somewhere, where no one would disturb her, where she could live peacefully in her own way. But she didn't know when that opportunity would come.
This is how her school life ended. Because she was introverted, she couldn't really enjoy friendships either. Though she did trust a few friends, they couldn't value her friendship the way she deserved.
Anyway, let that be…
Then she got admitted to a college. She wanted to study away from home, but because of family, her wish remained unfulfilled — just like before.
So her college life began like this. She went to college, attended classes, and spent the rest of her time either writing, listening to music, or lost in her thoughts.
She didn't know what the truth of her future would be, or whether she would ever have a true friend. But since childhood, she had wished for one real friend — someone who would understand her silence and truly know the real Nira.
Would such a friend ever come into Nira's life?
Her class has started now… she is on her way.
Let's watch and see if the answer to that question ever arrives.
Nira is running to reach her class… suddenly she bumps into a boy, from her hands fall to the ground.
Nira gets annoyed, but says nothing. She picks up her books and starts walking toward the class again.
The boy's name is Raj. He is a first-year English Honours student. For a moment, he watches Nira walking away and mutters to himself, "Nonsense… who runs like that?"
He starts walking forward, but his foot gets stuck on something. Looking down, he sees a diary lying on the ground.
Raj picked up the diary and said, "Wow… girls these days even write diaries while standing."
He lifted it in front of his eyes and noticed something written on the cover: "Do not open. Personal."
Even after reading that, he was about to open it. But suddenly a thought echoed in his mind — "Is it right to look at someone's personal things like this?"
His conscience said no.