Even the briefest moments can betray the heart.

Woke up half-asleep thinking it was Monday, got dressed in panic and packed everything only to realize it’s Sunday. Peak betrayal.

Already missing them. I don’t know how I’ll survive two more semesters without their presence.

I’m so tired I want to sleep but rest won’t come to a restless mind.

Can’t can’t can’t survive in this scorching weather.

his eyes? deep brown, steady like shadows before dusk. his voice? deep, the kind that stays long after it’s gone. his energy? quiet but grounding like calm in the middle of noise. his vibe? a quiet pause. his frown? not sharp just familiar like a quiet question that never leaves.

When Parveen Shakir said:“Woh tou khushbu hai, hawaon mein bikhar jayega.”

It didn’t feel like we were meeting after four years.